Chainsaw Neighborhood.

Open window breeze
Soothes like a cool cloth
Over fevered summer brow;
A silent symphony of
Of bright leaves
And pastel birds.

The quick passing dawn
Becomes the too-bright day
Filled with clattering noise;
An interruption unwelcome,
Like a smooth country road
Becoming rough cobblestones
Beneath our wheels.

As our kind seeks control
To bring straight lines
And hard edges to the world,
Consider for just one moment;
We have earned the quiet;
A stillness in time to remember, 
Or think nothing at all.