Music to My Ears

We made our way to the car through an alley
In Little Italy, south of downtown. A freight
Train was crawling nearby, in the switch yard,
Its wheels squealing fiercely against the yard's
Rails. On the streets all around, there were
Trucks with loud mufflers, and cars being
Rattled apart by the thumps of the woofers
Inside of them. Somewhere, a siren,
And, elsewhere, kids laughing. The din
Differed so much from what I hear mostly:
Bird calls and gusts mussing leaves on
The trees. “I've missed all these sounds
Of the city,” I thought, as we got to the car,
Shut the doors and heard nothing, but it
And us driving away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-31 at 00:04

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