Saturday, April 12, 2014

Poem A Day 12 - City

City Sounds that Frame my Days and Nights
(or: An Ode to Brooklyn)

Every morning they come
Rolling their carts up and down the empty streets
Plunk, plunk, plunk go the wobbly wheels
- These bottle pickers

Every afternoon they stroll
Bouncing their orange globes down the dusty sidewalks
Wham, wham, wham go the basketballs
- These young athletes

Every evening they ride
Revving their engines throughout the neighborhood
Boom, boom, boom go the stereos
- These hefty bikers

Every day they drag me from sleep
Pluck me from work
Keep me awake
-       These welcoming sounds

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