An Antenna by Ann Privateer

An Antenna

Sits on my windowsill
Two long silver fingers
As thin as fishing poles
Like a V for victory
Pointing to heaven
Captures the signal
From networks in the ether
Connecting me
To comedy, sometimes
Or news of the day
And then, I'm not alone.


Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.


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