Rhymes With Symphony
It’s the sound the wind makes
when it doesn’t make any sound,
sort of like a stick figure man
just gliding along the long line of the horizon,
a rare thought growing invisibly
out of the top of his head.
Howie Good hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime. he asks you with a grin if you’re having a good time, and he fines you every time you slam the door.