Poetry · Writing

Headshot

It’s my favorite sound

the ‘tink’ of two glasses

cheering in the New Year.

The ‘tink’ of a third

echo of a rim shot

a block away.

I hear it in my dreams

when it’s another’s

nightmare.

Following the blind

and encouraging

the lost

to tighten your helmet

one notch tighter.

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