Poem: Punctuation
Today
is punctuated by two boys
outside playing with a ball
thump
Each comma a
thump
Each period a
thump
There is
thump
I feel
thump
something very peaceful
about the consistent
thump
After a while
it gets almost
hypnotic
thump thump thump
Until
thump
inevitably
thump
there comes the time
-
when they stop
-

A beautiful golden ball I guess? Where is he now?
Anyhow a beautiful poem. Golden. Wonderful!