The Source of Sounds
Whether from the east, west, north, or south,
The winds blow, sometimes with great noises.
Yet, at other times, I hear melodic whispers.
A vehicle passes with a sound, but its directional
certainty is concealed. A search is enjoined,
and only then is its pathway revealed.
A light fixture falls, and the sound is heard.
An investigation is undertaken to identify the fall.
We search the hallway and check the walls.
The inquiry yields no results, but weeks later,
although inadvertently, the light fixture is seen.
It's hanging against the wall, still attached to its electric wires.
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