The gentle hum of the nearby city,
like an engine endlessly churning.
A few crickets in the nearby thicket,
back and forth banter between minutes
of silence.
The occasional car speeding by,
its motor roaring like a lion.
The rustling of the leaves above
in a calm northern breeze.
The solemn whispers of a boy in the
graveyard,
asking for guidance from piles of ash.
-Zero
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