that yellow flower on your lane

I complained
long and slightly loud
about how the neighbors
had the TV on all last night.
I could not sleep, I said.
It was too loud.
I tried to distract myself:
Focused on lovely things
like that yellow flower on your lane
that I don’t know the name of
or how my nephew’s nose wrinkles
when he reads.
But the real reason I complained
about the neighbor’s TV
was that
it got in the way
of my listening
to you breathe.

~Anonymous