except the fire

A Poem a Day for September #6

I have muted every sound
bar the crackle
of the fire

the drone of a distant plane

the wind-rush of a car
flying in its glee
down the straight stretch of road
that is the street outside

and a murmur
from the kitchen fridge
that whispers of chill nothing
should I care to listen

I do not

I am in the silence
of muted sounds

the fire

© Frank Prem, 2016

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