We spend our lives in noise
traffic tunes toons trains talk
clanging banging smashing
whirring droning hacking buzzing
whining thumping grinding screeching

Sometimes we have to hear
the soft far tingling of the stars
just to know what universe we are in

stop and hear that music

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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