Cinquains by Charles A. Farris

          Image of Sound

Sometimes 
In the blue ice 
One may see faces and 
One may hear cold poetry but 
No rhyme
          Day Dream

Someday 
I’ll slip through the Cracks 
In the walls of my room 
Watch the kites tickle the belly 
Of clouds
          Alone

Outside 
Beyond the fence 
People pass unaware 
Gum stuck to the soles of their shoes 
I’m here
          Journey

At night
I read and write 
Ink puddles under foot 
With pen and paper I travel 
In thought
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