The Old Man in the Bed

October 25, 2011

The old man in the bed

made sounds

as he was about to begin

his journey.

The sound of his hammer


endless nails on the roofs

of New Jersey houses,

the sound of his hands


as he searched the closet shelf

for his hat each day before work,

the sound of coffee


in the old dented pot

early mornings on the stovetop,

the sound of the lawnmower


on the summer lawn he loved to tend

and the sprinkler


late into the firefly dusk;

then, finally,

the sound of silence


the journey had begun.


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