It’s okay to rhyme
Reminisce of some
Ancient time
When words seemed new
A slow drive down
A backwood
Gravel road
The earth settles beneath the tires
A faultline after
An earthquake
Hands meshing
Heartbeats settling
Like campers at the base
Of a canyon
The rhythm of a first
Night in a new town
Pacific-northwest
We read each others thoughts
Like sonnets
The birth of some old cliché
We rhymed without fear
No embarrassment
Trapped in a fog
Lost
And if we skipped a beat
Here or there
We’d awake
Startled
How the rain begins
Again
On the other side of
The underpass
(submitted by a fellow poet after a poetry convention)
((yeah, we're dweebs))
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