Voices

Found art. I  found this poem (?) on the narrow path which cuts across parking lots and a park leading from the train station through and to the residential areas. It was written on the  inside (!) of a torn blue envelope, one of those that are sent to all addresses every several weeks containing "valuable" coupons from car repair shops, smog check stations, pizza parlors, hearing aid vendors and other local businesses. There was no room to write anything on the envelope's face or back which contained more advertising, and even one half of its  inner side was covered by small print explaining the rules of some sweepstakes, so the clean inside had to suffice for whoever wrote this text.  I picked it up, read it, started walking, then thought better of it, stopped, pulled out  an old envelope out of my backpack, copied the poem to it, and set the original on the utility box by the path, a small rock on top of it, the owner might return to retrieve it, as it didn't look discarded and only lost.  I'll come back later to see if it's still there.  It said:


You ask if I speak to voices in my head
I have no voices in my head
No voices anywhere
I  speak to ears that don't hear
To heads that won't listen.