The Distant Sounds
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Overtones of chocolate and ginger linger in the air
as (i) scribble my thoughts on the evening news
And sometimes angels walk by and smile
like scattered sunshine through
the pouring rain
Blowing in the wind, swimming through time
whispering truths and shouting rhythms
in sing song fashion
And the distant sounds
still sound
new
Her Two Cents
I’ve been in Miami for the past week, staying in a small studio apartment in South Beach. The windows are louvered and frosted so air and light passes through but the view is obscured, forcing me to attune to the sounds coming from the street. Garbage trucks, music playing, people talking on their phones, police sirens… no different from the noises you might hear in any urban area, but somehow unfamiliar and new.
