day 9 of Napowrimo. Here is the prompt. I want to share this poem by Li-Young Lee today as well.
always, not quite, a roar
in between the combusting yowl and the
thrum of passing by, from before
bearing down, coming through, fly over, fly by
vintage wheels and shitboxes and whatever
holds it up, in between, maybe more.
always at night, like the sun is some kind of
noise cancellation device. cues the sounds of life,
sure.
comings and goings, stoppings, flowings,
slow rolling doom, hell on wheels,
i'm just trying to sleep here. nothing to see
maybe the ground shouts in protest
or maybe just me.
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