poles clang against pavement, vibrating eardrums even at
a distance. Tables slam one against the other, stacking
can close our eyes, so why
can't we close our ears?
are our ancient sentinels,
always awake and alert.
singe lungs into billowing dark clouds. A man climbs down
the library's steps, spreading an
umbrella's ribs. Gusts of wind, a few drops of rain,
thunder in the mountains.
not one God,