the garden is noisy with birds
softly rattling their news
and
the metal thrash of mile high short haul planes
heading into city airport
is
only
a
drone hum
down here
i
sit here for dead-blank timeless hours
still as a burnt-out car
gently buffeted / cleaned / awoken
by
the
noisy quiet
( my naked wasteland is full of blooms today )
a
chewing roar throttles in - a circular saw grinding roof timber
is
reduced to a soothing balm
by
my
armour
of
hedge and trees
maybe i'll sit here till i die
my
last
cigarette
rolling smoke
up round the brim of my hat
up
up
to
the
vapour trails
pointing to city airport
battle of the bulge vapour trails from library.umkc.edu
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