I Always Hear People, But I Never See People
Hearing their language
Through mosquito weaves
Wicker beds
And falling paint
A cloud surrounds my existence
Damp, I listen once more
Electricity hum
Beyrouth Traffic
I don’t see them, I only hear them
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.08.31.12:31:39@AleyVillaLebanon