But Then This Poem Would Not Exist Poem by Brian Rihlmann

But Then This Poem Would Not Exist

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Moans of the disabled
from the house next door,

whining from a neighbor's dog,
missing his absent master,

thumping bass
from a lowrider driving by,
a wannabe gangster
sharing the vibrations of his soul,
as my ears cringe.

Give me a quiet room,
the sound of a feather,
falling...

Sunday, September 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: change,city,today
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