reverberation

at first, 

there was blue splitting open to white.

we were all standing on the balcony

watching the horizon darken and curl.

under sweaty palms

I could feel the reverberations 

against the iron rail.

i winced at three more white swatches 

before turning around

and forcing open the glass door.

i couldn’t find a towel or a napkin.

there is never any time,

i thought.

the stove blinked 12:00 AM

again, again, again

i thought of calling you

but I wondered 

quietly

if you might be home,

instead.

– sc

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5 thoughts on “reverberation

  1. I love how your, again, again, again played into the preceding and following line. So reflective. I felt the night both dense and closing in.

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