growling buses
impatient horns
and crying sirens
conspire
to drown out
the water that falls
in the fountain near by.
there are people
all around
some are rushing
by those waiting
patiently in lines
no one says
a single word.
the trees are moving
leaves sway in the wind
but the rustling has vanished.
where is the
howl of the wind?
all this silence
in the noise has
scared me awake.
from those wild teasing flowers
in all their lovely dresses
to the deep mahogany
sheen of the roaches
i'm learning how to hear
her voice again.
~ Katy
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