It’s difficult to hear the pianissimos with all this ruckus!
beyond
the 5th floor balcony
a horizontal line
of densely-populated trees
runs south to north
this 2nd of June, inhabited
by chirping birds, scurrying squirrels,
buzzing insects, and industry
clamoring in the short distance.
from 5 floors up, the treetops
confront me, rising no higher
than my line-of-sight, and
nature's tenants therein have things to tell me.
I listen to their confessions in birdsong,
the squirrel’s admission of yesterday’s
treasures in scavenging,
the insects, marginally justifying
reasons for their collective madness,
and fierce-sounding industry,–– introducing
its machinery’s accomplishments, eventually
placing the necessities of them in evidence.
In time I've heard enough, and absolve them
of their intrusions, releasing them unconditionally
to go about their occupations.
this is done by the power of my good graces,–– whereupon,
the snazzy earbuds are inserted into their respective canals,
continuing the "Langsam Misterioso" from Gustav Mahler's
"Symphony No. 2 in C minor,"–– and the longer this morning
continues its disclosures awaiting my adjudications, the more I feel
like a
fucking God!
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