The Drummer
Perched in his highchair,
spaghetti spread in front of him,
Brycen bangs his little fists
on the tray in a staccato beat.
He snares strings of pasta
drenched in sauce,
rolls them to his mouth,
his smile a cymbal ringing out.
Robin Wright
Robin Wright lives in Southern
Indiana. Her work has appeared in Ariel Chart, Minnow Literary
Magazine, Ekphrastic Review, Re-side, Black Bough Poetry,
Spank the Carp, Muddy River Poetry Review, Rat’s Ass Review, and others.
One of her poems was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Panoply, and
her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was recently published by Finishing
Line Press.
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thanks for the playfulness who says poetry needs to be serious all the time.
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