::again there is plenty - two::

whirring motion, sound and rumble
air that moves, pushes and tumbles
quietly beyond and past
a silence that now spreads out
softening sleep. awakening the rest
the deepest, close to death
where is it now,
where will it come from
first again there is the high pitch
city whistle, the machine cycle switch
on then off then on then off
it is close and can be heard
it will be here and plenty.

spending this day;
hanging art
hanging with special nephew CBC
making art
sinking into the long weekend
list making

hope yours is great.

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