Notice until I played back and
Listened, really,
To the recorded device embedded
In that twisted hardware,
That birds sang to me
A luscious soundtrack.
My mind munched at the days'
Spectacle, tumbling
Moments disconnected from
The reality of the now.
I forgot to swat
The mosquito so he
Ate well.
Earwigs had to be soaped up,
Dispelled from the garden,
So that for an evening,
We could eat our pesto in peace.
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