When I'm meant to be listening
To the potential of the moment
The sound of fireworks
Creeps through my bedroom window
I listen resigned to the noise of some other place
Like that time
I tried to sleep
But the sound of tumultuous waves
Crashed unabashed through my hotel window
And forced me to stay awake
-listening to it talk to some other people.
The place is always transient
But its noises stay a fragmentary constant.
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