Almost forgetting.
Delighting at the silence
in the street. Then: oh.
Sparrow waiting
until I finish the trash.
Settles back upon the feeder
as if nothing has changed.
Birds rioting here and
in the next yard.
I leave the TV news off
as long as I can
but danger tugs the remote
into my hand. So much
for silence. So much for the
delight. So much — oh.
Dark Matter 