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)