…
There’s a scare
-city here of silence,
a st(r)um
-bling of sounds
grumbling ’round
her (l)edges.
The clock ticks
her off; the calendar
boxes her into a
corner, chides.
She hides tiny stories
in poem pockets, waits
……………………for rain.
..
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love this!! I can hear that city sound…
I love the scene this poem depicts in my head, and I really enjoyed the world play that you accomplished with the parenthesis.
“a st(r)um
-bling of sounds
grumbling ’round
her (l)edges.
The clock ticks
her off”
I especially love that section. 🙂