January 13, 2020Poem
Who’s fooling who...as the old song goes.
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Who’s fooling who...as the old song goes.
Do you hear it
The whistle of sound
A city makes
In the dead of night
A kiss before dawn
When the night swallows
Whole
The day before
A hot acrid reflux
Of electricity
The hum of nightlife
Country sound is different
Silence collapsing
Into the call of a fox
Stalking chickens
Trapped in the confine
Of a badly wired pen
An owl on the wing
Silent in flight
Field mice make more noise
Until they don’t
Shotguns are a warning
Of something other
Than danger
Until they aren’t
My ear is attuned
To the nuance
Of the surroundings
Even when it is not
Do you hear
What I hear
Is it really there
Or is this ambience
Self created
To fill in the blank space
Between atoms
And the clash they make
When
Without rancour
They touch