Post #17

Finland – Dubai / I recall the silence Of a wooden home On a windless day Of a northern summer, When the buzz of an insect Alone strives to prove That the outside exists – And is barely convincing. Not so in a tower, Awash with construction And cars, AC-rattled. Its neighborly noises: The whine of the plumbing, The mop of a maid, Dong, dong, donging Against someone’s balcony Right before your alarm at eleven, And the chimes of the lifts, Hauling infidel souls That much closer to heaven. 7.04/22 @verse