Monday, November 28, 2011

I am sick of sound--

I am sick of sound
     screaming children
     pounding feet
     foolish quarrels.
I would like
to bury my head in a stone
and drink up a thousand silent years.


(I had an older brother who, like most oldest children didn't get along with my parents. Two younger and very noisy brothers and a sister with a voice like a soprano trying to sing over a fire engine. Srsly Anne, you were a shrieker.)

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