This submission comes from David Waxman, who says: “I’m a ukulele player, a KAMUKE subscriber and a poet – and I’ve written a poem that involves a ukulele. I think your readers might like it…”
To A Ukulele
Which I lift from its case, strum,
sitting on our living room couch.
Sarah, on high back chair, concocts
cello counterpoint – Maxwell’s Silver Hammer.
A breeze moves lace curtains
through windows open onto our patio.
Sparrows skip among brown leaves.
Beechwoods rise grey in our backyard.
in my boyhood backyard,
sentinels in Sherwood Forest.
I blink twice. Sarah
strikes a discord and I startle,
look up from my uke –
amber koa carries
South Seas music.
Sarah smiles, cocks her head in a question.