Poem of the Day 6/24/19

Listening to Thomas Morgan on A Summer Walk

The bass walks,
And so do I.
My footsteps heavy thumps
along the pavement-
Ba bum…
And on through the quiet streets,
perpetual motion,
the pulsing string against the wood
shoe leather on the street
And where am going?
Where does that bass line drive to?
Notes rising and falling,
Steps rising and falling.
In the summer sun,
I am walking and seeking out
Dark places in my mind,
The low rumble beneath the cool breeze.
And at his great upright,
he is searching too
Always to return home,
To the tonic,
To the root
Where it all began.

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