city’s strange noises
source of which I’ll never know
feel like country mouse
(from stepping outside first thing this morning)
clcouch123
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that. I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.) I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
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clcouch123 
April 1, 2016 at 4:07 am
awwww. great poem from a random outside noise!
April 1, 2016 at 3:48 pm
Thanks. I guess I’ve been living near small towns and farms too long. I hadn’t thought of not knowing where a noise comes from.
I’m trying to get set into the A to Z list. I hope I get it right.
April 3, 2016 at 6:16 am
Ohhh. That made sense! 😀
I will drop by soon to see! 😀
April 1, 2016 at 9:09 am
Urban poetry 🙂
April 1, 2016 at 11:36 pm
Yes, about the city. Thanks!