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