Irony

Paul held his hands around his knees.
His butt on the ground.
His back against a ponderosa.

He was happy no television
could be seen from here
or cell signal reach his phone.

Paul noticed someone
suspended an electric cord from a tree limb
where hung a light bulb.

He reached for the on-off switch
but it was six inches beyond
his outstretched hand.

His eye followed the cord
up into the tree past three other branches
to where it threaded through a knothole.

Paul noticed the bulb
was blackened where bulbs blacken
when burned out.

He stood directly beneath it
aware he had no idea what to do
with a darkened bulb above his head.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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