I wake up in Klailklop's childhood home,
sun shining through the window,
Singularity wrapped around me --
he couldn't sleep alone in this unremembered place.
I hear the songbirds,
until I can't.
Their warblings have been eclipsed
by the mating call
of the lawnmowers and leafblowers.
What is it about these damn suburbs?
People surrounded by lawns, flowerbeds, woods,
not taxis and towers,
enjoying the quiet of nature.
Lexington, Massachusetts
June 2014
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