There is always a buzz
A hum in turns and mountains tops.
Glory and fright ride these silent dark waves
when the power goes out.
Like all is nestled but dangerous at once.
And the moon comes up
To the honking trains, car alarms, cat fights, npc’s going to work.
While the ambulance sleeps till the fighting and dying begins.
Memories of smaller, quieter, more wooden times
flood these parts -
And the lengths between us seem to stretch in some months.
But the town is nice and the people too.
So here we live on
in the rumbling hum of our lives.

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