street sounds (1)

shhh
shhha-shhha-shhherr

shhha-shhha-shhherr shhha-shhha-shhherr
shhha-shhha-shhherr

the wave sound
of a car
raising the tide
of the road
as it boats past outside
upon the street

shhha-shhha-shhherr

the sound moves
rocking both ways
up and down
lap and splash

like living in a grain
of the sand
spread on a beach

shhha-shhha-shhherr

shhha-shhha-shhherr shhha-shhha-shhherr
shhha-shhha-shhherr

and

sh-sh-sh

barely implied
a long way down the road
but I
magnify
what I hear

sh-sh-sh

then
suddenly
it goes completely quiet

and the only street sound
that is left
is the tinkle
of a twinkling of stars
fallen into water

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© Frank Prem, 2017

October 2017 Poem #02: love (in a time of passing trains)

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