191 Simple noisy interruptions

Posted on February 2, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Someone is mowing his lawn.
I am sitting here trying to be,
but someone is mowing his lawn.
The mechanical mumbling,
the high pitched whine,
the mowers drone, the eterenal
interruption of solitude by cacophony
continues,
but ,
I am still sitting here,
trying to be.

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