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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