sitting on the porch
listening to the quiet
the gurgle of waterfalls in the pool
the wave-like buzz of the thirteen year cicadas
the roar of the passing boat
competes with the loud music of the skiers
and the occasional holler of excited success
the wind blowing through the trees
scattering leaves on the fresh-cut grass
the song of the birds - i cannot name
yet love to hear
silence can be so noisy when i listen to it
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