SKETCH 40
Where does sound go?
between buildings
along streams
with children
through ice cold winter snow jackets on hills around mountains
in circles with itself
from one ear to the other
it stops at the edge of water, waits a minute before warbling in
coasts from whistling stormcloud to stormcloud
sweet cirrus hear from afar
under houses and through buckles and bicycles
splashing out of all bathtubs
snaking through trains of gentle camels
in brightness, darkness, twilight
hitchhiking with the wind everywhere
chasing falling objects, mostly chasing the kersplat of their impacts
coming between collisions
clipping all scissors
rolling out from under squeaky shoes
in the orchestra of each thunderstorm
under the violent, long fall of a raindrop
at the bottom of each birdflap
between the porch cracks of human sadness
with all languages
the same way rain
falls down dripping gutters
The Unapologist Philologist 