Noise
by Liz Wine
Noise.
We are surrounded by it,
day after grueling day.
Children have not met quiet,
it is a stranger to them,
as mysterious as a far off continent.
Our souls yearn for the quiet spots,
away from the clack of the keyboards,
the serenading of I-pods.
Are we addicted to noise?
Are we a culture of noise,
when our souls yearn for quiet?
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