He likes the sound
He likes the sound of a distorted guitar
in Drop-D tuning
with a Mesa Boogie amp behind it
and
the
sound
of a Mezger flat-six engine; poised
at seven thousand revs, before he
shifts up and slides down a greasy road
and
the
sound
of a single prop plane
flying overhead,
on a lazy summer’s day,
somewhere near the beach
and
the
sound
of the woods, early in the morning;
everything still and quiet,
waiting for his tyres
to touch down on the dirt
and
the
sound of the coffee machine,
as the rotary pump pushes water
through fresh grounds,
with children laughing in the distance.
All
of
this
is his.
© Amy Knight 2020
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