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8.

At a certain point, I recognize the sound I hear.

The nieces of my neighbor, recently dead at ninety-four,

Are cleaning the room he had lived in since before the war.

Softened only by trash bags, old stuff hits the floor.

“There is a lesson in all this,” one of them says

As I leave my apartment to run an errand.

Happenstance the conversations we hear out of sequence.

In Wyoming on a car trip, for example,

Two friends going on about losing their mothers.

But my own mother was fine then.

The roads were empty. I thought about strip mines.

According to Lucretius, voices impact the ears

From places through which the eye can never see.

From prairie land, Devils Tower rises up into the sky.

An igneous intrusion, the guidebook calls it.

Rocks from fragments of rock carried by water and wind.