Monday, May 8, 2017

Alyssa Trivett writes

Taking It All In

Helicopter grass flies 
as the master comes in with the metal machine. 
Revs the ol' glory up. 
Cue the afternoon symphony. 
Cement pouring across the street, 
bicycle wheels whirring, 
ice cream truck megaphone 
trying to slingshot your back-pocket quarters, 
laundry battling (again). 
I divvy up words. 
Spike ‘em around and over 
the volleyball net. 
In a trance, my mind palace. 
I slinky back to sleep, 
and light-switch flick off 
commas and stanzas  
for the evening.

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