Tuesday, August 4, 2015

City Quiet

City Quiet

To my mom, in memory

Your favorite summer sound
was that of the cicadas
and locusts
skricking at night.
Coming home from a dance
or party
you'd stop and listen.

On the Parkway
late pairs of lovers
sat on the far benches
happily alone.

The 2 train lurched
to a stop
with its trademark

All around,
city quiet,
not silence,
but many sounds
that should not have been
but somehow
ended up
emitting harmony.

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