Poetry class

I've started a poetry class which has been really great.  It is run like a workshop and so far I have gotten some great feedback on two of my poems.  Here is the first one that I shared with edits from my classmates' suggestions.

The Hangover

By Rebecca Klamert

the dog howls on

a slow whine morphs

into a cry of a fallen

coconut on an empty island

the dog howls on

the whack of a tennis ball

volleys back and forth

echoing

between my ears

the dog howls on

the screen flashes

in front of me

covered in swahili

as my eyes blink closed

the dog is quiet