The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for October 2024
numbers
tower
voices
in
the other
room
call
for
his
attention
the numbers sag
then
pile on themselves
the
voices
calm
but
supplicate
nonetheless
[outside
the
children
holler]
the twos match
and expose the fives
which
separate the
stars
he stars at them in
disbelief and
starts the
count
he thinks
the last is buried
gone
but stubbornly
it
continues
re-accelerates
then
suddenly
stops