The sander sounds like she's breaking down walls of crippling anxiety

The hammer hits vibrate in the distance like a symphony’s kick drum

The cinder block resolves the neighborhood’s pharmaceutical fuss like a chord

The wind breaks the fountain's flow like a skipping metronome

The mountain top is empty like beauty isn't worth wrestling the Heat

The breath began as a struggle but now flows to the beat

The sounds I'm life

The sounds of my home

The sounds I hear as I sit breathing on my patio throne