the chorus diminished
Listening
an ear cocked to the moon,
this:
a dial tone
the screech of a modem
gunfire birdsong sirens
voices laughter violins
roosters
a weeping woman
breezes in the pines
the hiss of traffic from a distance
the roar of waves and lions and stadiums
and something missing
fading away
the chorus of frogs
disappearing
everyday
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