Somewhere a mower plows somewhere
a dog barks somewhere children laugh
cry and fall silent somewhere a
train dashes through its tunnel chased
by an imagined fox somewhere
a crowbar is dropped somewhere not
far away a hammer-drill tears
at the hollow insides of an
apartment drowning the birds that
were long forgotten the train that
had long since passed the children that
couldn’t comprehend silence the
mower that might be memory
and the dog that dropped like a stone.