Poem with some audio frequency imagery artwork filtered behind the words: Deception, then: this morning's quiet is anything but, as I listen more closely, to hear: the high frequency hum of the fridge the punctuated sound of the sump pump the whooshing of dehumidifier, cycling on/off the singing of birds through an open window the long sigh of the dog stretching on the couch the lone car, decelerating, a voice on radio the daily newspaper landing on driveway I sit, sip and write