Steve Brandenburg

BUBBLING BROOKS AND RAINBOW TROUT

Yes a silence no doubt.
No screams of a siren.
No smog to be seen
clean air to breath.

Pull up a stump
and have a seat.
Listen to the deafness
lonely beat.

Listen to the birds sing
hear the trickle of the creek
as the water runs about.
Smell the sweetness of wild flowers.

That deafness
is bliss.
Like the first kiss –
always there when you want it.