Cacophony at Midday

By Carol Hamilton

Gray-edged and frosted white
where we re-enter unadulterated air,
catch breath against cold
as 12 o’clock siren starts
a train screams its passing
and a nearby church chimes in.

We insist to all frigid silence
we are
here
here
Hear us!

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