I hear the buzz of machinery
small motors and micro-processors
whirling clicks and whips
alternating frequencies
below the rumble of a jet
descending to the east of me
there is bird chatter in the interim
my windows rattle as a truck rolls by
the scent of drying foliage creeps
through my open window
with the green and yellow light
of the morning sun
filtered by October’s maple canopy
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