Glenwood Arts Festival

Published Date: August 26th, 2008
Category: Poetry



sangria in

the sunshine

The shrill of a

seashell played by a

Japanese man

A white bandana wrapped

around his

jet-black hair

The Kokyo Taiko drums

pound in the background

Their rhythm

climbs into my heart

beats into my bloodstream


My son and husband

are entranced with the

symmetry of sound


foreign drums make

Only I can hear the

faint trill of the

train as it rushes by

The hiss

of the helium balloons

behind me


And all I can think of is


Summer in the city

is almost gone.


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