country living
I hear back up warning sounds from some kind of truck
rare to hear this in the country
I struggle to hear more
nothing but silence
unless you count the lawnmower next door
or my dog’s toenails
which are clicking against the porch
as he turns in a circle, trying to bite his tail
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