Poetic Leanings


When I’m meant to be listening

To the potential of the moment

The sound of fireworks

Creeps through my bedroom window

I listen resigned to the noise of some other place

Like that time

I tried to sleep

But the sound of tumultuous waves

Crashed unabashed through my hotel window

And forced me to stay awake

-listening to it talk to some other people.


The place is always transient

But its noises stay a fragmentary constant.


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