Sssh
Can you hear the lint
tumbling on tiles?
The up-side-down beer bottle
floating in the canal?
The self-argument
of the washing machine?
The gauze of the fly
hovering above fruit?
The tick of the cooling
iron?
Is it possible to be alone?
Is it only in solitude
we can hear
the hum
of pitch silence ?
Kambiz Naficy
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