Z
is for zip of breast pocket, zizz of beer can opening, zzzzzzz of a sleeping
cable. Minor sounds, almost no sound, our breathing when we are thinking of
something else. Tap of coathangers in our search for a shirt, tap of trapped
leaf on windowpane, tap. Humble aitch sounds, as when a timber house cools
after intense February days. The click of nail clippers. A is for away, the
sounds ah! we see but do not anyhow hear. Sound of a plane that’s only a glint
at 35,000 feet. Friday night restaurant seen from our passing car. Our
heartbeat.
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