North Carolina Susurrus
Rodents rustle-scuffle and play my neighbors jazz snare.
Singing, far-off cries of cargo trains and
The Atlantic's distant murmur.
Wind whistling Dixie. Play the cotton dance while
Crickets fiddle in tobacco barns for bullfrog croaks to
The syncopated spatter of tin-roof rain.
A mountain midnight's shuddering branch
Speaks silently, with fiery tongues,
Of warmth and gray smoke; snap crack.
House key strides carry hurried jingles,
While rubber mutters on moist pavement.
Voltage hums and ripples in mid-day humid air.
A broken dollar silver-copper-tinkle
Heard over motorcar combustion growl.
Inhale, exhale softly, softly, sing.
Notes in the honeysuckle lull.
Moments unobserved, almost unheard.
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