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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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