Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #357
Two Men
by Belinda Roddie
Two men were playing frisbee in the road
where people had to navigate their cars
around them as the wind began to blow
this cooling summer night. Ignoring stars
above their heads, they tossed their plastic disc
at each other until it got too dark
to see even with all the street lamps lit
around them. Then the dogs began to bark,
and the cats began to loiter on the street,
and the teenagers were bored out of their minds,
and the lovers listened to the subtle beats
of the bands playing downtown. The lights made lines
down the boulevards. One thing never grew old:
Playing frisbee with your loved ones in the road.
by Belinda Roddie
Two men were playing frisbee in the road
where people had to navigate their cars
around them as the wind began to blow
this cooling summer night. Ignoring stars
above their heads, they tossed their plastic disc
at each other until it got too dark
to see even with all the street lamps lit
around them. Then the dogs began to bark,
and the cats began to loiter on the street,
and the teenagers were bored out of their minds,
and the lovers listened to the subtle beats
of the bands playing downtown. The lights made lines
down the boulevards. One thing never grew old:
Playing frisbee with your loved ones in the road.
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