Atonal Buzz

Construction feet away from my north wall
I tolerate. I understand. But please
turn off the radio! I’ve made the call
before, but every time the crew is new
(retained as specialists to now install
or build the next phase of the A.D.U.),
the noise invades my quiet like a squall
of low fidelity, like ear disease,
like hornets I can’t tolerate at all.

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