I Hear The Kettle Whistling Poem by Liz Palana
I Hear The Kettle Whistling
I hear the kettle whistling
And putting off hot steams
Of boiling water.
I hear the kettle whistling
A boiling tune,
Mournful and arid,
Like the howling of
The midnight dogs.
I hear the kettle whistling
Another morning
Of another day
To travel the cemented gardens
And concrete jungles
Of the world.
I hear the kettle whistling
And realized by its rhythm
That it is time to move
On.
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