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The silence in the woods is complete

And the silence of the desert is complete.

But the silence of the desert

Is not the same as the silence of the woods.

 

She is away, and the rooms are quiet,

So quiet I reach to turn on the news,

White noise to drown the silence

That reminds me I am alone.

 

But when she is here, maybe in her study

Or in the living room, it is just as quiet,

But that silence is not the same as the silence

When she is away.

 

Now she is at afternoon tea

With a friend at Conditteri.

I wait to hear the garage door rise,

Thud of the car door,

The garage door go down.