Tuesday, November 27, 2018

echo location

This simple ringing out,
the tip taps and the paradiddle
sounding off the tin roof
while the rain keeps on
keeping on-ing, this
full rounded mouthful
this brushed out static
spilling in braids and
chains down
the night’s scandalous
skin, this sound
fluffed atmosphere
a life alone sounded out,
reaching for you through
the ripples in the rain.

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