A Bedroom Window: Midtown
- brucepressler
- Jul 19
- 1 min read
Bedroom window
Birds try to sing—
Swallowed by
The clash outside:
Engines roaring
Horns shouting
Sirens slicing air
Dogs barking
Leaves whipped wild
Children scream-laugh
Tires skid
A crash
Then silence,
Then more
Then
a breeze
the hush of leaves
Then birds, still singing