drawing the Silence of this house
bend my elbows at a keyboard
smack smack
electron waves through the ether
smack smack
another pair elsewhere in reply
smack smack
until it ends on down the line
smack smack
like Big Frank when he drove spikes
smack smack
down Dawkins line past the store
smack smack
where mamaw picked up the milk
smack smack
a quarter, nickel, dime on the counter
smack smack
our worn shoes trod the path home
smack smack
the screen door shuts behind us
drawing the silence of this house
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I like how you’re experimenting with form here and love the story of this poem
like Big Frank when he drove spikes
vivid & sound-ful