USA Karate
Weather: Cold day, dark overcast
Over everything. Behind overheard
Over nine-hundred square feet!
then a story a retelling maybe.
Bright belts on black uniforms,
a kaleidoscope, is what you say.
If you blur your eyes. It takes
at least that to take in the color.
My buddy says some voice
once then drifts. Away. Words
on waves of sound like serpentine
belts in an operation of meaning.
When suddenly, on the far side
of class, a belt goes undone, held
wide in surprised arms, a perfect arc.
The problem now is the tying.