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