As a Child Listening to Ella Fitzgerald

Satin and velvet tonesbroke          through the crackleof a seventy-eight on my parents’ turntable,crooning and scatting                    like a flock of birds.Ella’s voice,          a warm hug, skippingthe melody or drawing out emotion                    like the dripping strand from a spoonof honey.She bent and spun songs I’d heard          delivered straight on the radio, dry,gave them souls and made them […]