Saturday, February 26, 2011
Hearing
I sometimes wonder
in my advancing years
if I am losing my hearing.
People do not
talk loud enough.
They do not
enunciate their words well.
Not as loud
and as clear
as when
I was much younger.
Just about the time
I feel that all hope is lost
it will snow.
The snow,
not sleet,
not ice, not rain,
will begin to fall
on the metal
around the chimney
for the fireplace
in my bedroom
and I can hear
every flake
land.
Flakes that are
as light as a fairies foot.
As light as an elf scampering
across my roof.
As light as an imp
trying to get in
to do mischief.
And then and only then
am I reassured
that all is well with the world
and that I can,
in fact,
hear once again
as a young man.
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