Carol A. Hand
Listening deeply as I greet morning in the city
The sounds of life are not those that ease my soul
Ringing in my ears from so many cables
thankfully muting the constant drone of rushing traffic
ever busy snowplows grinding and scraping ice
the rumble and whistle of a passing train
echoing off the western ridge
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I realize to survive I must learn to listen deeper still
to hear the sound of silence and song within
In time such as these one can’t expect peace otherwise
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