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the sound of

traffic,  as the night sky surrenders to day and commerce

overwhelms all 


the sound of 

sidewalk musicians,  a benign exchange of coins for

a few moments of heaven 


the sound of 

geese, flying overhead in precise formation

hundreds of wings,  all moving South  


the sound of 

her voice: a whisper to wake me or

a low growl to lead me on 


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