The sound of human noise

and the ground
echoes like a bell -
a car door slam
rings through my
house like an echo
from  a well
so I sit and can
discern the movement
of men & women
who  live round about
me  in their cottages
and in their private
1 wonder if they
can hear me
yet I doubt it.
I can sit quiet
as any tree - my husband
makes  much more
noise than me.
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