Poetry month

[radiantfracture]

Rainskin shining on the black trampoline
Like empty asphalt, littered with leaf bits
and the undersized basketball resting
against the mesh, where it always sits

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Poems are difficult right now, but here is a small one. I feel like it could scan better if it's going to insist on rhyming.

I could, if I chose, write many odes to the trampoline outside my kitchen window and to the amount of space to which this apparatus hollowly lays claim.

{rf}