29 posts tagged poetry
Winter 2010, you crashed the Civic
into a semi during a blizzard.
I met you that summer. You pulled up,
trash bags ruffling in the windows like pennants.
Even walking alone, you always seemed
to have sounds about you, as if it was you
carrying the whir of traffic or
the rustle of leaves, like a halo.
Eventually, I came to think
that without you, the world would fall silent.
I am a drummer. I assign pitch
and rhythm to the day’s small sounds.
I put my feet into the pile of cans
on the passenger floor and wriggle them
playing the music of your wrists, your neck, your eyes,
flicking back and forth in traffic.