Following this noise
My wife chews
on a crunchy cookie
as she breathes
through her nose
next to me.
Our child turns
a page in her journal and
sniffs on the futon in the studio,
headphones playing music
we cannot hear.
Our two friends
—brothers—
on the couch and
in the child’s borrowed bed,
both snore softly.
Traffic in the six lanes
out front swishes and shushes
in the rain and occasionally
clump-umps on a
loose manhole cover.
The washing machine
and a jet overhead
in the night
scream descendingly
in a soft duet.
Our new neighbors,
still settling in, move about
upstairs, unsettling nothing,
while I lie here
about it all
on such a quiet night.
Keepin' the "Po" in NaPoWriMo....
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Sometimes, domestic scenes are just the best. This one is sweet, Johnny.
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