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on this corner
silence is traffic thrum
whispers under
engine roar
wind chimes
under kiwi vine
climbing this pergola
where I learn
a new song
tone by tone
each running peal
of metal cylinders
I repeat
in my own voice
the body’s wind
to commit
a phrase
to memory
sing it to myself
the rest of the day