Sound is out of the east: a ululating quarry truck, a train whistle that won’t shut up. Clouds thin just where the sun is—a sudden glow.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: quarry
Mist and quarry noise. In my four-day...
Mist and quarry noise. In my four-day absence, green has drained from the trees, and the aliens in my yard have put up three blue flowers.
Also tagged fall foliage, myrtle
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The rhythmic thumping of a monstrous...
The rhythmic thumping of a monstrous digger at the quarry two miles away. My father hollers from his front porch to come look at a mole.
Also tagged hairy-tailed mole
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Fog in the treetops, lit up by the...
Fog in the treetops, lit up by the sun. Wingbeats of a large bird. The distant chirping of quarry trucks in reverse, one high, one low.
A loud blast from the quarry two miles...
A loud blast from the quarry two miles away: the kind of literal “terrorist attack on American soil” nobody but the neighbors ever mentions.
Also tagged terrorism
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A distant quarry truck’s reverse...
A distant quarry truck’s reverse beeper has gone bad, and trills just like a digital alarm clock. Dueling chickadees tumble through the air.
Also tagged chickadee, trucks
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White bars of frost where shadows span...
White bars of frost where shadows span the yard. I listen to the roar of the nearby quarry, outpost of a Republican money machine.
Also tagged frost
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Overcast and cool, with the beeping...
Overcast and cool, with the beeping of quarry trucks. A pair of cardinals land above the dry creek bed, exchange a few chirps, and fly off.
Quarry noise. What good are holidays...
Quarry noise. What good are holidays if we can’t at least have some quiet? I concentrate on the dove wings’ one-note flutes, imagine angels.
Also tagged mourning doves
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