Wednesday Poetry: Listening

Posted on 12/10/2011 by


Just a quickie! ;D


Watching you clack the keys.
Board silent to me—your head wired
to the sound; all I have is
the plastic depression, the
acoustic hollow.
Though I see your neck bent
over the perfection of your music.
It is watching the smoke of
a firework blow after the bang.
The laser blade of light
only cutting through because
it is interrupted.
By my afternoon shower…
It is waiting to listen.



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