Conversations collide
As the fan blows air
Circulating tones of people
And their voices
Closely listen to
The sound that is
There
When they stop talking
Hear it?
Sleepy and dazed
Work redundantly speeds
My nerves, shakes my body
Work gets done
Closely listen
Fingers stop typing
The fan comes to a stop
Chairs push themselves in.
Hear it?
Traffic signals the night
Peaceful reads
Books that smile on my pillow
TV’s electric light show ends
Pets are called
Lights extinguished
Sleep programmed to fall
90 minutes to go and counting….
I’ll be out.
Hear it?
It’s like the day is filled up with empty.
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