For Maia

The window's closed,

but I hear birds. Maybe

they're discussing Spring.

Also Written 8/17/14 & about the Same Place

Sounds of crickets from
a stereo. I'd rather
hear the real thing. 

Ambient Pain Grows...

Ambient pain grows
louder until it's all I
hear, think, or feel.

1/16/11, 11:58pm

I feel and hear
you breathe. Your side of the bed
is warm, comforting.

Reading Buson

Badger in the dark--
hearing, did he come to check
on me, I wonder?