Early Morning Message from Neighborhood
In the inner courtyard lately, mostly quiet. Sometimes even almost completely silence. Once in a while the wind in the branches of a tree, doves voice, blackbirds, dogs barking, in the morning garbage collectors (you will not find ashes in garbage cans), someone mumbling in the garden, smokers on the balcony, ambulance, a helicopter rushing towards Motol hospitale. Church bells sevenings, trains from the distant station. Suddenly: two electric drills, maybe grinders, howling. What does it sound in duo with a dripping tap that resonates the tin bowl? Or it is a drum clock and time is blocked again?
tributed to the Earth Day
image: Gert de Ruijter