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Aluminum tent poles clang against pavement, vibrating eardrums even at a distance. Tables slam one against the other, stacking up.

We can close our eyes, so why
can't we close our ears?

Ears are our ancient sentinels,
always awake and alert.

Two students 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.

If not one God,
                  it's another.

 

 

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