Thomas Plotz

Blue-Stone Home - Poem by Thomas Plotz

At least I know I’m not alone
Standing here, casting blue-stones
Upon the tin roof of our home

Sliding tingling sound abounds
As the blue-stone slides down
The undertone xylophone run,
Rings out the scale known

Free fall,
Off the edge of the parapet,
Till last, theirs a gasping hush,


The blue-stone indented into the ground
At least I heard, my family’s sound

T. Plotz
Blue-stone Home
DEC 1,2015

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

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