Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Boom Rumble Tumble Boom

A rumbling constantly moves this room.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Room. Boom.
Boiler? 
Monster?
Perpetual thunder king?

Rumble. Rumble. Tumble. Rumble.
Back and forth. Forth and back.
The constancy of it is more than I can take.
I have not gotten used to it yet.

This is year six.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Terrible place for a counselor’s office.

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Michelle Faulkner August 30, 2019 at 6:43 PM Yes, the mighty thunder king of Caren's office! But after six years it should be fixed by now, right? Caren Krutsinger August 31, 2019 at 2:16 PM It is not ever going to be fixed. We have a classroom with the same BOOMING noise. Ridiculous!