a break

there are no cars on the road

the dogs across the canyon have stopped
howling at the setting, almost-full moon

the neighbor’s restless rooster
has completed his hourly crowing

the fickle wind has come and gone
leaving the trees in peace again

and i can hear my father’s muffled cough
through the shared wall of our bedrooms

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