A Tuba, I Swear

There is a tuba in one of these houses.

There has got to be, I swear. How do

I know? Because, every time there is

a parade with a marching band, tubas

always appear. We never consider that

brass instrument unless we happen to

play or hear one. Tubas rarely blow their

oompah-oompah tunes which on occasion

may run through our minds. There has got

to be a tuba hiding in one of these

houses, I swear. It may be resting in a

corner waiting to be played somewhere

by the sturdy young woman or husky

vernal man who, as I imagine, happens

to live there.

Chris Hanch 6-24-17