Failing Ear

I used to hear it
Falling from my hair
Screeching on the floorboard
Crumpling in my hand.
Beaten by the wind
It would often escape
Unable to hold still
Carried by foreign tides.

He recognized me.
I had aged.
I wasn’t the same,
I could no longer hear the noise of the sand.

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