Childhood Autumn Noises
I remember watching
the sound of the rain in Autumn,
and how it hit the ground
making a such quiet landing
after falling so far.
My lamp kept
me company, whispering
light into my ear, telling
me she'll keep me unafraid
when it's dark at night.
As I rearrange my desk,
the phone rings, and I'm pulled
away from clicking the pens
to see if they still worked and the thud
in the trash can of those rejected.
The old dishwasher runs,
loudly churning?so much louder
than the rain landing
or my lamp's simple words.
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