In the midst of quiteness
car noises roar, the passing lorries and fumed power bikes
I see green, bricks and a cloudy day
where has the sun gone ?, where did it run for shelter?
The air’s purity, the sound it collects from people
My fingers seem to ache
My thinking is different by this time
I study, write and type
yet without no word or sound
just noisy thoughts.
what could cross these paths on the road twice?
why can’t cars drive on the opposite lane?
break the rules and go behind bars
Is it enough to hear the sirene call
or the turbulent ambulance rant
hoarding the weak, lame or dead
I feel these birds wanting to walk and crawl
I feel my soul wanting to lift my body
and my body flying across my city
In this heart of mine, in this library of theirs.
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