Thursday, 27 April 2023

Silent reminder

a long queue of traffic at temporary lights 
rain briskly falling on the windscreen 
swish a swish the wipers sweep
drowning out the buzz I keep
clattering a pitter patter
screeching rubber thudding stop
hoot from the car behind 
waking from the trance, I hop
noise returning, no escape
the sound at night, a wee awake
deep loss of joy is my pay and stake
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