A hollow cough.
A shiver under cotton sheets.
A whisper through the telephone.
A shudder down the spine.
Mason jars, traced with dust,
stand on shelves by windows
painted shut.
Mirrors cracked or chipped with imperfection.
Canopied lights on the patio.
A swinging chair.
A cup of coffee.
Magazines, yellowed and dog-eared,
scattered by the bathroom door.
The rythym of chirp and chatter.
The clunking of engines.
The chime of church bells.
A tune from the wooden floor.
A melody from brass, drums, winds.
An orchestra of untouched strings.
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