Words in Progress or not
music to accompany my words:
Bittersweet Symphony vs Bittersweet Cacophony
sounds of spring
the biting staccato of workmen’s tools drifting across my lanai
peace-FULL-ness broken
reminding all in the barrio summer soon come
morning not yet ready to listen to this unnatural cacophony
yet forced upon us denizens this cacophony is
us early-risers that enjoy spying in on a spring morning’s wake-FULL-ness
no competition from the breeze, the birds, the street cats; all retreated
I alone seem to dissent this intrusion
These steel behemoths shattering human-ness into illusion-NESS
necessary evils, so say developers- urban magicians turning rotting earth to persistent concrete
for what, again?
Ah, summer; I forgot
Soon come, summer
harbinger of sonorous sounds resonating thru the barrio
thumping bass tracks to attract tourists near and afar?
to this unique-NESS that is the mid-Atlas Mountains
tourists who sit poolside, awaiting a text, awaiting the next viral video, awaiting awaiting
is IT, though, attraction or repulsion
there’s a new shiny kid in town
not shy, this steel warpig of a child brought forth
birthed from resistant Industrial Revolution cobwebs
insisting on lingering
insisting on a saprolite relationship with human-NESS
no trepidation to intrude upon quietude of human thought-FULL-ness
I revolt
retreating into the forest I shall go
seeking solace of whispering pines, weeping Atlas cedars
Iwziwn ‘song of the mountains’
I’m listening, I’m coming, I’m healing
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