No Tuba In Space

In Fort Greene Park Mid July Early evening Elongating on the lawn A cooling breeze through the trees Counting the sounds of the city Birds Voices Traffic The hush of wind through the trees The flap of wings A plane approaching LA Guardia A helicopter with a billionaire heading to the East River heliport Music. Indistinct music A dog More birds___ Overhead Summer clouds Baby blue sky To the West The sun burning 93 million miles away .its fire warm on my skin. The sun silent There is no sound in Space Only a frequency 57 octaves below middle C from the Perseus galaxy cluster Always inaudible to human ears And there are no tubas in Space Not in Fort Greene Park Only the hush of wind through the trees Traffic And voices Never no silence Always something__