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awareness, beauty, Los Angeles, Machines, Manual Labor, Mental Health, Nature, Observations, Poetry, Work
Some machines are good to hear
A hedge trimmer
A rake
A broom
A saw
Electric
Or not
But
Not
Connected to an air compressor
I love the sound of
Big Helicopters
And
Old fast cars.
Some machines have a gentle grind
Aggressive but calm
And insistent.
It isn’t always the
Result that
Carries hope
Sometimes
It’s just the thought
Or the action
Or just
The satisfying
Sound
Of humans
At work.
Walter Kitty's Diary 
sounds we love and sounds we hate
what is noise and what is music
to our ears?
surrounded with sound
we live our movie life
with a soundtrack
of vibrating air.
I love an ax in wood,
I hate the heavy feet
of the man living above me.
I love the whispers
of my lover
I hate muzak
I love the violin of my neighbor
I hate sirens
and screeching breaks
I love the barking of crows
I love the sounds of your words
in my night
Beautiful