when we're young.
the carnival.
the dance hall.
loud music,
loud cars, we yell
to one another.
we drum
on everything.
we make a racket
with guitars,
we sing.
we turn up the radio,
we bang
sticks on
the dashboard.
we stamp our feet.
we toss rocks onto
the ice.
shoot bottles with a
gun.
we light fireworks.
we clap our hands,
we burst balloons.
we are all about noise
when we are young,
and then it
turns, we suddenly
love the quiet.
the silence.
the sleep of night.
at last we're done.
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