Air and water, joy and pain,
Rob Base:
pump pump pump pump it up,
sunshine
and rain.
What else?
Sometimes
air and water
make fire in the sky,
complete with booming
crescendoes
shaking the earth
bass thrumming through trees
into the roots spreading through
the earth down to the river.
Storms? Perhaps,
or maybe just momentary
collisions of indecision,
unions of irreconcilable
forces of nature
bringing flowers
to every idiot with eyes.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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