it’s quiet in the noisy market
as purple kholrabi scream
hot malaysian cashews
chatter with the old
tiny women over
locally grown 
sour cherries
volunteers groan
and shave ice blocks
out the highway moaning
with the muffled shade made
in the noise of the quiet market

#410. insulation

October 21, 2010

rhapsody in blue
jackhammers
and white
noise 
too
cityscape sounds
floating ever
pressing
high
all
sirens ablazing
somehow 
home 
still
comfort within
without gone
madly
yet

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