993 ZOUNDS!!!” 04-27-21

A suddenly grown noisy world.

The wind a steady humming.

The chimes a constant song.

That construction crew, two streets down:

Power saws, nail guns, 2X4’s banging together,

Latin music from an ancient Boom-Box.

A single engine Cessna over head, low.

The fan on our porch.

Bird songs in the wood-lot.

What a cacophony!

Nancy’s soft tones for counterpoint

to all this jumble.

My first few hours with new hearing aids

after, “A procipitious drop in hearing acuity”.


It’s fine to hear Nancy’s voice, anyway.

Not so sure about the rest of it…

Perhaps being deaf

to a world-too-much-with-us

is not the worst thing I could be.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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