The Silence Keep

The structure that they’re building to the east
of me, has now attained the framing stage.
The concrete work is done. The noise decreased,
and two-by-fours are starting to assuage
my zeal for future privacy – at least,
I see few window spaces in the cage.
Perhaps I won’t be overlooked, except
the way I wish – unbothered, silence-kept.

(Ottava Rima)

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