I let go slowly the weight
Of another day. Leaving my scattered desk,
I open the window for a little air--
A new rain quiets the streets.
There is only the soft, splashing sound
Of a few cars driving past
On the avenue. And below me, suddenly,
A man's voice, so vivid
As I listen to him talking, saying good-bye
In the rainy night, until a car door
Slams shut and I'm alone again.
And I keep on listening, feeling the day
Running out, near midnight,
And the noises from outside coming in--
The whole, restful city
Like a woman's delicate hands
Over my ears; until even a siren, far off,
Thins out into a thread of spiritual
Music. And something is gone from inside me;
A ghost, or the days I have lived out
The wrong way. Something finally lifted.
--from Only Here
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