wag their heads slowly,
blowing hot air around,
pretending to be as cool
as the AC is.
There is a giggling. The children
laughing, innocent, childish,
running, lacing the yards
together, a stitching
of pure glee.
There is a burring. The mowers
eating neighborhood lawns
making all grass equal, each
at a slightly different pitch,
gas-fueled harmonies.
There is a rumbling. The trash
cans being rolled to the street
making artificial thunder on
a cloudless cool night, the
early moon keeping watch.
There is a humming. The houses
at night, filled with just the
right people, vibrating quietly
with joy, satiated on love,
and yielding to sleep.
* It’s PoMo! To learn about PoMo (POetry MOnday), click here. As the weather warms -- and it will warm -- the windows are opened more, allowing the sounds of the neighborhood to reach our awareness. What are some familiar or favorite sounds you hear in your neighborhood? Are they sometimes not so friendly? Share your thoughts in
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