Noise Abatement
Like an incoming tide
the dishwasher is roaring
and just when I think
that it is the only sound
in the building, a woman screams
below me. The condos on
both sides of me suddenly
awaken with music and chatter
men shout at their wives
and girlfriends. The racket
multiplies. The woman next door
is teaching her goldfish to sing .
The parakeets are restless
and peck their beaks raw
against the cold steel cage bars. I too
am fidgety and think
the sound beaming from the television
the limit of my patience.
Were you here, I would not
hear the goldfish sing ,
nor restless, angry birds.
We would dance all night,
your hair sleeping across my chest.
In the morning, I would awaken you
with my warm hands and say,
“I’ll make some coffee”!
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