The sparrows chittering in the bird tree.
A young boy, swearing while talking with his friend.
Upon seeing me the immediate apology,
"Sorry for the bad language."
These hardware store items strung together.
My shoes on the sidewalk.
The persistent call, "Watch me. Watch me."
The sound of sound spilling out of a new ice cream shop.
The hi tap of a car horn.
A beckoning, "Hey, come here."
The phone ringing.
Warm water filling a pot.
The silence in my house.
The clicking on the keyboard.
The scrape of my neighbor's screen door
opening, then shutting.
Her steps as she walks up
my front porch to see me now.
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