The Box That Holds My silence

At bedtime
I sit in my chair
and turn off
my long lived hearing aids,
putting them in the pine box  
with the gold leaf  clasp
and a brown phoenix
charred into the lid

The traffic outside dies,
the rasping of my dog is silent,
my wife’s snoring is mute
and the world is so so quiet now. 
In the morning only 
the light  streaming through 
the white shear curtains
tells me I have 

woken up.

In very broad homage to Robert Frost’s Stoppng by Woods on a Snowy Evening


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