plunk.

poem 007

plunk.

the little sound
went

it was the first

always a little sound
comes first

the second sound 
is the body
of the first sound
rippling

& the third
is an echo 
of this body
cast where 
the rippling
has gone
to die

except it doesn’t

it fades 
entirely 
into becoming
a fourth:

the sound of you 
& me
& the howling 
debris 
of eternity