I Always Hear People, But I Never See People

Hearing their language

Through mosquito weaves

Wicker beds

And falling paint

A cloud surrounds my existence

Damp, I listen once more

Electricity hum

Beyrouth Traffic

I don’t see them, I only hear them

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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