Sirens

One, two
here’s how the dream goes:
the pedal first,
then the cymbal
goes and goes and on goes.
And it
one beat

one beat two beat.

And I lose it all
one time after another,
watching the repeating pattern turn to a solid color.
Maybe a solid black.
And I am just here.

2/12/2020

PoetryRiley Welch