Loud Walk in Fall
There is something else
noise hurts.
Not just me.
Flinching abounds
in the open air
which hasn’t a body,
but still, is bare
and has been
walked in on.
That truck with no muffler
embarrassed it.
Regret
It’s definitely a place.
A land
I wish I hadn’t
visited, but
from where I’m standing
I belong there.
It’s a field,
it’s wide
and operates
by admitting
new thoughts,
by charging
admission.
It was expensive there
once, very costly,
but not
until now.
