Jim Creston

Transit - Poem by Jim Creston


Sitting outside this coffee shop
while reading a short novel
the roaring river of traffic
making loud claps from tires smacking the concrete seams
squealing brakes
causing letters
on the book's pages to cover their ears

Then it stopped
and what followed
was almost a curse of ambient sounds

The little sparrow while perched
as its tiny claws scratched the iron gate
Behind me an intense conversation
from 2 men
donning a beret
discussing business plans

I eagerly wait for the vehicles to begin streaming
for the tires to begin cracking
and the brakes to begin bleating
their cries of pain
to drown
these natural
yet foreign
dissonant sounds
so that I can again
rhythmically flow across the pages

Jim Creston
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, April 12, 2013

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