poem

 White NoiseWhite noise machinesDissolve distracting soundsClinking through the house Into an ambient soundless balmWhich helps us go to sleep.Poetry is the white noiseHumming beneath the birdsong,Hovering in the space between your arrivalAnd the look that flashes on my face.It is the binaural beatThat wakes us upThe instant its tone is heard4/28/24

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - April 28, 2024 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs