the street music is
a constant to this life.
the clash and bangs of construction,
the always noise of this city
the black synthetic tires crunching through
tar roads and rain-puddles,
the horn-band of cars and buses
and the rushing-quick-lightness of
skytrains flying by, the base of
humming airplanes.
and in the fall: the rustle of willow leaves
and oak leaves and pines, the caw-caw-caw
of black-feathered crows and ravens,
the score of birds on telephone wires
and the beating timpani of ripe fruits dropping
from their trees. the pounding finale
accompanied by
the pouring rainstorms and the
occasional thunder-bell.
the always noise of this city
-
inspired by arnold adoff's poem, "street music."
