e u s t a c i e s

My first day back at school.
I'm calm.
I wake to truck grumbling
at 5:30am.

Now at 8 the saw, metal gnaw, and a blinking metal bell knell.
Generator whirrs, whirls, coughs spits on.
Loud tools percolate.

Ice melt under construction.

Last night was quiet - too few scavengers.
Have the foxes fled,
love another garden instead?
I don't blame them.

Noisiness fences us in, cold plants, old snow and me, these days.