sedgwick

for lefty

i much prefer

the white noise of

the country;

swarms of bees for

vibrating cell phones,

the wind in the scrub

humming like a freeway

that will never run through it,

birds’ murmurs, cattle cries

instead of car horns, sirens.

your ears,

marred by screeching

el trains and cab drivers,

say life in the country

is too quiet.

but mine say be still

and hear the cacophony

of coyotes, bulls, birds

and breeze.

such beautiful noise.