Quiet Days

Post Picture of man on a bench
Two months ago I lamented the lack of silence
between cars passing.

Never a full moment, never a breath
where the sound of one approaching,
or of one leaving did not intrude
upon the silence of wind in my trees,
or the quiet birds chattering in my yard.

Now I breathe long, stretching moments
where no car, motorbike, or truck
blemishes the peace.

Long moments I cherish
until the blare of the next ambulance.

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