Murmurs

April 21, 2017




Voices carry
greasy bags
of take out talk
up stained stucco 
beaten down streets
 The Sirens echo
background singers
to the slurred sidewalk solos
under my window

I sit silent
in this hollow
darkness 
listening
Each thought
picks and plucks
raw 

my atria
flooded
with
static crackle
of white
noise life




Day 21 - Inspired by the prompt to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.

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