It is a mix of what we see, and what is there
in the quiet.
The corner filled with dust bunnies
fleeing their foe
the vacuum that
smoking from the internal combustion engine
that sucks the air across the floor
and shatters dust bunnies everywhere it goes.
This time though the engine silenced
we stand and wait.
With the passage of
the second hand
around the dial
again and again
we choose then to sit
to wait in quiet memory.
Do you remember the difference?
Does a phrase ever stick in your mind?
do you think some songs are ear worms?