Poetry About Comics

Black ink gives the rooftop a sharp moon. A speech balloon waits above an open mouth. One white gutter holds a year of missing time. The hero lands with dust around both boots. On the next page, breakfast burns as usual. Whole lives turn quietly between the frames.

The scene turns slowly in another light. One white gutter holds a year of missing time. Edges soften while the question sharpens. On the next page, breakfast burns as usual. Nothing is solved by looking away. Whole lives turn quietly between the frames.

Black ink gives the rooftop a sharp moon. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. One white gutter holds a year of missing time. It returns us to inked panels, speech balloons, heroes, ordinary lives, visual rhythm, and stories between frames. On the next page, breakfast burns as usual. The day continues with a more attentive heart.