lacks the silence
of the far
lands.
the prairie,
the fields out west
where
nothing lives,
or stands.
the quiet of dust,
the soft
blow
of wind.
the call of a bird.
the city
has little of such
things.
but we like it here.
the clash
of horns, the screams,
the roar
of trains,
the bend of girders,
the welding
of beams,
in fact we hardly hear
these things.
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