The flat punctuations of sirens
race by, gone as soon as they have
roused my consciousness.
a dog’s whine reaches up from
the sidewalk, part howl, part
sorrow, I furrow my brow.
voices like waspy parcels
sound in harmonies though
incoherent to me.

I search my heart for
the breeze that sounds
the chimes, for the dim
drops of starlight, for
the moon’s waning half.
May they sing me to sleep.

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