There is a construction going on in the lot next door / and I came to notice how loud the work is / They push around the earth to straighten the driveway / then cover it with dead gravel / They knock out the old windows / and slap new ones in / then use an electric tool to drive screws into wood / It feels violent to me

How does your body feel after a day of / pounding and pushing / and hammering and sawing / Does the noise seep into your bones / and make them brittle / Does its force reach each of your cells / Can you shake it off when you leave / or does it stay with you in the evening / ringing in your ears / Do you long for gentle moves / a quiet tea / the sound of a harp / Or do you loose touch / with the other way of being / I am waiting for the painters / to quietly do their job

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