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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Theodore M. Wandzilak

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In my empty new home, I had an empty courtyard
In the brick courtyard
I listened to the quiet

With my eyes closed
Something strange happened

I heard the distant call of a crow–
A gentle breeze wandered through the leaves of a nearby tree–
I heard the faint cry of a child and the sound of a bouncing ball

Then a train's whistle was barely audible
And I heard the beat of my heart pounding louder and louder

Yes, in the quiet of my courtyard
The sounds became deafening!

Sometimes it is so quiet you cannot hear a thing
And sometimes it is so quiet you hear everything