Tag Archives: sounds

Racquetball Echoes

Poetry lacks
The undisputed facts
Of sports

The cut-and-dry
Of white painted lines
Of sorts

Except
Perhaps
These words.

Sonic Spring Shower Breakfast

Hard rain claps
Echo like proud parents
Atop new concrete

Hard toast crunches
Crumble like a nose broken
Beneath clenched fingers

Hard image forms
Ready like a cobra coiled
Between my ears