A Little Liveliness

Little liveliness

The COVID quiet’s punctured now and then
by sounds of interaction near my home.
Across and up I hear the sounds of men
where only women dwell. My neighbor’s door
is propped ajar – I see her figure when
she steps and stoops to stroke the local cat.
I’m hearing college party sounds again,
as I enjoy my bench and craft a poem,
with noise a welcome motive for my pen.

(Magic 9)

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1 Response to A Little Liveliness

  1. groomie says:

    Love the picture showing how you do this. Great stuff!

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