A sonic wind is rubbing elbows. <br />I erect paper boats by the shore. <br />The undulating, ululating of tidal highs, lows <br /> <br />Channel sound behind my drum rows: <br />—coral pastures, algae forests, seaweed meadowed floors. <br />A sonic wind is rubbing elbows. <br /> <br />Knotted metallic nuzzle of a hose: <br />June sprinkling shower, from a roadside convenient store. <br />The undulating, ululating of tidal highs, lows <br /> <br />Pivot systematically beside beach sidewalk toes. <br />Crank cavity plates: covet a bleeding vast core— <br />A sonic wind is rubbing elbows. <br /> <br />Gracious sky stretches to calm maritime woes; <br />Blowing daint as whispers above mystic pores: <br />The undulating, ululating of tidal highs, lows. <br /> <br />So it goes, <br />Shifting, swelling current: insurmountable roar. <br />A sonic wind is rubbing elbows. <br />The undulating, ululating of tidal highs, lows.<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonic-wind-or-ocean-s-immunity-villanelle/
