Was that a cat
meowing, or a baby’s wail,
or the sound of kids
on their way to school,
backpacks bumping
and caregivers calling out
Or was it the release
of steam from the coffee pot,
or a saxophone on the radio
in a neighbour’s
kitchen,
or the cry of a lover
from the high windows across the plaza.
Was it a gull's call drifting
over the distant harbour
or was it the sound of morning
as it squeezed through our curtains
moments before you leaned over me
put your lips to my ear and
whispered
should I stop?
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