Sounds of Home


i can hear

maples rustling their yellowing cloaks
a descending jetliner murmuring southwest
and conversations in rich languages
while distant dogs bark and children shout.

i can hear

the pitching shriek of a siren
and the classical music playing in the bedroom
traffic softly thunder-rumbling 
and a truck backwards-beeping.

but i can still hear 

the song of my soul and
his voice and
his breathing
at least on webcam
and i am given comfort
even though all these sounds
are so different from the sounds
when i was with him.

– mary


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