Buzzing

I’ve always noticed the buzzing

Of fluorescent light

Or bugs in the night

The sound of a mile-off train

Someone’s dog barking

Somewhere on my block

Cars whooshing past in the rain

The house as it settles

The first cry of kettles

(dodging before its a wail)

Rustling papers

In studying halls

Gnawing away at a nail

I’ve always noticed the buzzing

Even with others around

Like a million miniatures trees

In an endless forest of sound