The Premiere

The leaves sizzle on the wind
dangling in crowds like kids on monkey bars.
They twinkle in the early evening sky:
stripes of green, yellow, brown.

I see them for the first time,
truly alive,
declaring silence and stillness in breathy whispers.

Masses of box-squared frames speed past;
their owners vacuumed into a throbbing cacophony.

But I,
I listen.
And it’s my first:
A silky premiere.

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