Tyson West
Aurora's Drum
(Leona Rima)
I sensed at three her blood like mine
beat through a drummer's heart—so fine
she touched time on my tabla's head
in random strikes. She found the thread
to count a bassline in nine eight.
Our tempos may have found their mate
while spectrum damns us to the fate:
our rhythms with normal people tread
in taps and beats that won't align.
Bio
Tyson West has published speculative fiction and poetry in free verse, form verse and haiku distilled from his mystical relationship with noxious weeds and magpies in Eastern Washington. He has no plans to quit his day job in real estate.