night sounds, summer

distant whistle of the midnight freight
pulling into the rail yards downtown

burring rumbled whirr of freeway traffic
passing endlessly behind my house

murmuring voices of next-door neighbors
home from the show and not yet drunk

muffled clink of the spoon against
the bottom of my ice cream bowl

a cough from somewhere outside

a cricket from somewhere inside

the ticking clock on the bookshelf

(Published in High Street: Lawyers, Guns & Money in a Stoner’s New Mexico (2012, Outpost 19); copyright 2012, 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

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