Striking
1 min readJun 19, 2019
Lately, this house hears clearer sounds.
Doors closing and cars backing out
a pair of feet hurrying past
the other fixed on the floor.
Last night, the neighbors reminded us
it’s summer.
Their laughs snuck through the walls.
Faint, though,
and dying by the time it reached our side.
The last time this house heard words
they were loud and sharp.
Blame, then self-cover
shame, then conjecture.
At last, a crescendo.
This house hears better since.
It’s so quiet this morning,
it struck me when I left.