A hiss of air,
a lighted fuse
the briefest bite of breath
before the bursts of bullet-barks
before our rage of roar and rumble,
before the rain and thunderstorms
before we rowed
before we tangled thoughts to knots
and fizzled to
a hiss of air.
A little play with words to be linked to Open Platform on toads.
August 28, 2018