Red styrofoam tambourine
sand and rocks running through
paper towel rolls
car keys jostling
shells clanging in the homemade breeze
Millions of pieces of pink glitter, shaken
masking tape screeches and scratches while
peeled back again and again
A long stick with strings for bass plucking
two primitives, primed for mating
the soft shush of a brush against a coarsely woven basket
Sounds
The sounds mate and
birth rhythms that
shake and clang and tear into
the beat of each heart until
nine hearts beat as one
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