the sirens muffle all the birdsongs.
I want to believe at least one of them
carries a woman in labor,
bringing a new hope into the world,
even though most women I know
took a bus or a cab to the nearest hospital
to have their babies, some of them even drove.
NaPoWriMo Day 14
No sirens, helicopters, airplanes close by ... only the early morning sounds of birds signaling each other and an occasional train whistle.
ReplyDeleteLove this. Hope you are well~Jen
ReplyDeleteWhere, oh where, are you hiding? Come out come out wherever you are.
ReplyDeleteMissing you and your poetry .....
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