Suffering Valentine

Do you hear as I
often do these days
and nights a neighbor
or someone suddenly
scream or shout out
in rage or loudly
curse across the way
or down the street
just once or twice
then silence and
the world resumes
its tangent to love
but those cries
float for me like dead
flowers in the space
winter leaves for them
while down below
in the crystalline ground
the seeds are overcoming
death without a sound