Poem

After trying to write a poem all morning and failing, one appeared out of nowhere this evening as I was taking a nap. Who knows! But I kind of like it :)

Outside my room I hear the clod

of dad's heavy boots

and from the street the soft

shuuUUuuushing of the cars

and the clomping and the shiiishing

and the white noise of my brain

is an orchestra that's tuning

it's the prelude to my dreams.

Kelia