Today, Verse Daily featured a poem from author Tina Kelley‘s chapbook.
Read the poem below.
The Music of Places Going on Without Us
Four times every minute the twelve-tanned sea shoots a white fusetip
of breaking wave north, scrambling in a roar. Next the pounding
through the gorge resounds, the waterfall hitting rock slope,
splaying with white weight, loud yarn spilling. At 5 a.m., noon, midnight.
The heartbeat, rising gurgle of stomach bubbles, guitar chords,
muffled laughter, singing of the national anthem, occasional sloppy-galoshes
oflove: the womb. The storm coming up across the field: road machinery? Hail.
The maternal nag of hangers pushed across the closet bar in the hot upstairs.
Cicadas and their nightmare noise closer to the brain than the sound of swallowing,
all erased by the cymbalcrash of diving into the pool. All go on somewhere now.
“Dixie” possesses the pipe organ daily in Luray Caverns for tourists
hundreds of feet underfoot. The cat who ran away is purring …
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