week 619 ~ as the neighbors too loudly conversing
as the neighbors too loudly conversing
and leaf blowers sing their songs of autumn
the days grow shorter and time reversing
steps away to make a call just a crumb
of silence a moment is all I seek
to rest my mind stop my ears from hearing
the lies that cause me angst for future’s bleak
warning won’t be drowned out by noise fearing
the worst won’t hold it back looking askance
at time won’t reinstate its old routine
helicopters roaring in the distance
sirens portend chaos sadness unseen
oh to hear nothing but wind through the leaves
a breath of solace as tomorrow grieves
This would be a good time to get of the grid.
slpmartin
August 31, 2020 at 11:06 pm
Sadly Canada won’t let us in, so my off-the-grid island idyll won’t happen this year.
mairmusic
September 2, 2020 at 3:33 pm