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By: Michele Mekel

The din of midnight traffic,

the rattle of express trains—

absented from life’s accustomed cacophony.

The missed clamor of an urban home.


The reverberation of seven-year cicadas,

the chirrup of tree frogs—

present at summer’s protracted twilight.

The forgotten echoes of a backwoods habitation. 


Living in Happy Valley, Michele Mekel wears many hats of her choosing: writer and editor; educator and bioethicist; poetess and creatrix; cat herder and chief can opener; witch and woman; and, above all, human.  Her work has appeared in various academic and creative publications.

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