i live alone now
i have no radio
or stereo
no dogs
i have no dirt
around me
except maybe
a little dust
on the furniture
no children with
their friends
raiding the fridge
it’s quiet
i can hear my own
thoughts and breathing
if i fart
nobody hears

this is my city life
20 stories above
lots and lots of people
in the night
the quiet is cut
by sirens of cops
or ambulances
it makes me sad
to hear that
the hurt and meanness

this is my city life
i can choose the quiet
or take the elevator down
melting into the crowds

or
i can go back
to the reservation
of family and grandchildren
of falling leaves and weeds
of thick smells and coyote howls
and if i fart
they laugh and hold their noses.