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Resonant Frequency
by Aaron BlairIrony punches through the wall
with a closed fist.
Now that summer is over
and the crops are in,
the rain comes.
The thunder outside my window
vibrates my resonant frequency.
I cross my legs
so I won't shatter like glass.
The grey sky locks the world up tight. 09/27/2007 Author's Note: Drought all summer, rain all the time since the harvest.
Posted on 09/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/27/07 at 07:20 AM Here in North Carolina we are still stuck in an extreme drought and I still pray for rain, although everyone's yard looks like the brown of a harvested wheat field. Back to your peom, another masterful stroke you invoke with your own style. |
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