Street Sounds by Maureen Glaudean orchestra of ice picks
chipping steps and walks
harmonized with
the scratch and scrape of shovels and scoops
baring cement
from beneath snow, ice
salt and sand
for days, no - weeks,
the sounds on the streets
are of neighbour labourers
dealing with the
unwrapped gifts of the elements
flooded or treacherously glazed
take your pick
now, after the dark damp and chilling winds
of New Years Eve
theyre out in their sweaters in the sunlight
in this thaw before
yet another fast freeze
01/01/2005 Posted on 01/01/2005 Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/02/05 at 02:01 PM Kinda like ants rebuiding their hill after the giant foot of an animals or human has flattened it. And more on the way today; ice pellets I hear. |
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