I hear a muted voice outside my window. I don’t recognize the voice. Is it a man’s or a woman’s voice, what can voice tell me?
I hear a car horn outside my window. It’s faint. It does not startle. I live on the second floor.
I think I hear a muted laugh. I thought I heard my mother’s voice outside my second floor widow.
I listen. I hear one two three cars passing in a row. Four five six I hear in addition staccato.
I endure another intolerably hot, humid after summer noon in my air-conditioned room, economy cool.
The sun is strong through hazy skies and my curtains.
I write these lines.