A door snaps shut
plates tumble, one against one
dishes magically disappear
a dog—a bird—a fly—a footstep
seep—a finch
the scrape of a worn heel
the spoing—of a screen door
let go
a throat—a cup—a magpie far off
a rumble low and soft
a machine cycles
on-off, on-off
a voice in the distance
the rhythm of life
a fly—a magpie—a nervous hum
a throat a dish a throat a footstep
even green tea going down has its say
