A Day in the Base Noise of Living

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A Day in the Base Noise of Living

The morning is a clear bell sounding,
and I am full with its music. I leave
my pretty countryside, fields dotted 

with unsheared sheep, scented old hay,
and frosty hedgerows. I set a path
for London. A day in the city. Those

trapping influences. The City. Life.
I miss noise, the rush, the push. I miss
the crush of people who ignore you,

have no wish to know you. I miss
the scent of women rushed and passing,
perfume the only memory left. I miss

the call of newspaper boys, brash
headlines shouting at crowds. I miss
humming pavements as people hurry.

I miss the base noise of living.

 

 

Found and remixed text from Bleak House and
my 1991 Winter Journal of Bletchingley, Surrey.

 

 

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