Trigger Warning
naked streets gray and mostly silent //
only occasional dog walkers break the monotony
of nothing to see //
no gloved and hatted graduates of the master gardener class
that didn’t happen this year kneel in front yards //
digging planting dividing in the supplication of the hopeful //
no more neighborhood gabfests featuring the latest gossip //
the old ladies who live for those tidbits sit alone
starving in their too large houses
the only communication the latest bad news
from the town // anonymous necrology stats //
telephone numbers for the desperate //
when the gold coast sun burns
in the relentless humidity of july and august
there will be no swimming //
closing my eyes i imagine the biggest shareholders
of electricity suppliers smiling
when air conditioners hum costly oratorios 24/7 //
there’ll be no complaining about the
neverending noise this summer //
no fenced barkers // screaming kids
backyard picnics // fireworks //
only the crow on the sill
reciting all the no-good news //
i begin to wonder if too much silence
is as deadly as not enough //
i wonder if i’ll find out //