Events #2: Listening

A good poem makes you not want to listen to anything for awhile

except just the drops of a leaking window striking the frame

Or: rain hitting a street as winds move waves further north

Because everywhere there is just so much water

tumbling over rocks in the sky

mapping our words across our lungs

drawing terminals between our eyes

Water flows but we can listen:

our own waterfall of sounds

can stretch even the length of a kiss

Kyle Studstill