I hear these sounds when these sounds stop.
When the shouting ends I hear these soft voices drop.
When you begin to love and no longer pretend,
All doubts in the woods and mountains will end.
The hawk will keep deadly silence above.
Let her. As long as you love.
That is crazy that you went that far!
I’m lazy. I listen for the car.
When the cats stop coming around
My cat will drop from the tree to the ground.
When Cynthia says she can come by,
All sounds will cease. Even my sigh.
