"What You Hear," A Poetry Post

When the fridge kicked in I heard
Lupe's string, and I marveled that a
drowsy gal could
hear such a thing;

It is too early for brilliance and it's
too dark to be active,
but I can't restrain the
naturalness of
such a deep reaction;

So I did not fight the prompting of the
fridge's changing temp;
I went straight to Youtube's database and
found the vid of him;

It was playing "Superstar," and around sec 17
was where I found that broad-mouthed
string section and began to groove the thing.

Such is what you hear sometimes when all is
silent as the spring.

Lupe.

-TJM