Presbycusis

She translates the drip
better than the swish
of paint. Mosquito versus
human better than
mosquito alarms versus
congregating teens.

At what frequency
will they lose her?
Will she choose to give up
delicious solitude
for an evening inside
a crowded music venue?

She doesn’t hear
the answer. She sees
she’s got it all wrong.

The highest frequency
leaves a trail
of graffiti
along a sea wall
she has loved
more than water itself.

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