7/31/09: Annoying Noise

My eardrums shudder

as helicopters mix air

and whip thought to fluff.

7/30/09: Chain

The geese, the airplane

one crow, the departing L—

sound chasing sound.

Paper falls in stacks

another page, another

buried message.

Half the night awake

the rest—dark radio rolling

over empty plains.

He let no word sit

picking up each sound each day

to put them back right.

Angled morning light

defined rooms beneath the trees—

each unoccupied.

The L from afar—

a long inhalation

preparing to shout.