Tuna and NOVA

I tried to dig into
A memory of home
But sometimes I’d get home
From school and just rest

I’d sit on the couch
In our silent big house
And listen to the sun
Pressing closer to dark

I’d hear the birds chirping
Outside and a car would go by
Music falling flatter as it drove
Away from me faster

I’d close my eyes
Take a nap
Get ready for evening
And dream about morning

​But wake to the smell
Of tuna casserole baking
And the theme to NOVA
On PBS playing.