on the beach that day in paradise
the words came to us like approaching drums that didn’t stop.
for miles and miles and onward into the sky there were thousands of them

uniformed marching in red hats and tassels.
wearing feathers and carrying skin drums, snares, rattles, timpanis, wooden sticks and metal.
dancing in chaotic tandem it snaked upward from a source that became cloudy when i squinted to see a little better.
it was white, though, and clear.
warm and cool, breezy and still, silent and glorious.
looking up and questioning i turned to the side to ask you if you saw that, too
but looking down i saw there was no more beach, and there was no more you.
and there you were.

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One thought on “on the corner of a cloud at the end of an island

  1. i like the drums and otherinstruments, when you mention timpanis,my thoughts raced to a number I have not yet written. I’ve played drums since I was 13. Percussion is becoming the basis of the music. The rythym is invisible to me now but it will be like a hammer. Invincible with clarity as the pounding cracks the stones who “know the violence” lol ttyl

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