White Noise
White noise machines
Dissolve distracting sounds
Clinking through the house
Into an ambient soundless balm
Which helps us go to sleep.
Poetry is the white noise
Humming beneath the birdsong,
Hovering in the space between your arrival
And the look that flashes on my face.
It is the binaural beat
That wakes us up
The instant its tone is heard
4/28/24
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