Middle of March - Lysistrata

Wednesday, late morning middle of March

The sun’s just popped out from behind the clouds

There’s a cold breeze that doesn’t seem to be

Coming from any particular direction

I can hear ten times more birds

Than I could yesterday

And their chirping intensifies

the breeze turns to a strangish wind

Tickling the dozens of trees that surround me

Making their branches bend and squeak and crack

The sound of wood being chopped

Behind the stone wall that separates my garden

From the neighbors woke me in the early hours of the day

Splitting wood and blocks hitting

The inside of the metal wheel barrow over

The fast plasticity rhythm of the chippers diesel engine

The swinging of the axe ceases

I can here two men talking

I can’t grasp what they’re saying

But I can tell that the first voice is desperate one

Trembling with fear

The other is dry and fierce

Shaking with impatience

Something else strikers me

The neighbors dog

An English setter with less brains

Than an but more excitement

Than a seven year old an Christmas eve

And the jaw muscles of a fucking Great White

Isn’t barking today

First time in five years I haven’t heard that bastard hound

I haven’t seen the garden’s wife either

Usually at this time of day

She would be feeding the ducks on the green

Come to think of it

I haven’t heard a single today either

The wind and birds

The splitting and engine sounds

Fade out

Come to a halt

Utter silence between two heartbeats

In the distance

Sirens

First time in five years I haven’t heard that bastard hound

I haven’t seen the garden’s wife either

Usually at this time of day

She would be feeding the ducks on the green

Come to think of it

I haven’t heard a single today either

The wind and birds

The splitting and engine sounds

Fade out

Come to a halt

Utter silence between two heartbeats

In the distance

Sirens

But I can tell that the first voice is desperate one

Trembling with fear

The swinging of the axe

The other is dry and fierce

Shaking with impatience