the untroubled patter of the rain on the leaves
the hollow roar of the S-Bahn, like some distant monster
turning over in its cave
the little clicks and clacks of the neighbor’s day, item against item
practical and indistinct
the harried rumbleshriek of the tram
officious and important
the pigeons’ wings beating warm and earthy against their bodies
the authoritative siren
blasting the air
quickly stifled
the sporadic chide of a rook
the pure vowels and clean consonants of foreign tongues
the small dry cough of the next door neighbor,
source of the cigarette breezes
the church bells, riotously atonal,
a command to attend, attend, attend, attend, attend
attend
attend
a
ttend
aa
ttend
aa
tend
aa tend aaa
tennd
aa tend
a
tennd
tennd
tend
a
a
a
aa
aaa
aaaa
tend aaaa
aaaa
nd
nd
nd
the taps of raindrops on leaf
on concrete
on pigeons and trams
on neighbors and spoons
on bikes
on bells
the rain

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Glad you made it back safely. That balcony looks heavenly!
Thank you, my friend! I am very excited and grateful about the balcony (and many other things). Hope you’re well and enjoying the early hints of the turn to autumn.
Ah, I am there with you in every syllable, every exquisite sound…… so beautiful, so real. Thank you, my love.
Mama
My pleasure, as I hope is evident. I’m so glad you’re here with me! I love you, Mama!
Beautiful place and beautiful words
Thank you, dear Chip!