Monday, June 4, 2018

NOISE

NOISE

I turned the volume down
to take the edge off the noise
The world is becoming louder
What is that you say
Lately I wait to install my hearing aids
cherishing the silence of morning
A high keening tinnitus is all I can hear
as though a mourner is miles away in pain
I adore the sound of wind the
happy chorus of spring peepers
and late summer cricket song
But not the emptiness of constant talk
And not noise for the sake of noise
And those places that thrive on cacophony
as though some good would come of it
as though loud was the new American dream

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