One of the Many Stories of Sounds
       

It was a quiet afternoon.
Outside, in the corridor, I heard
a door slam
and a woman's crying, which
slowly diminished in the distance.
Then I heard the door
again, though it stayed silent.

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from Blackbirds in September
Black Lawrence Press
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