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Brian G. Angevine



204 Brandon

PO Box 5



Cuba KS 66940



913-961-3823



brianangevine@mac.com



 



 



WHITE NOISE



 



White noise—the hiss of tires on rain-wet streets,



The cars’ legacy as they pass on their journey



Spiraling into the cities’ hinterland



Of parking garages.



 



The nose to the grindstone bustle of rushing passersby



As the work-a-day world begins;



Their faith and sweat moving mountains



Of paper and paper clips and merchandise.



 



Umbrellas blossoming along the parkway



Lend gaiety and punctuation



To the shifting, sliding cordons of traffic;



Smog alerts and bad weather combine ineffectively



To stem the flow, causing only minor delays



In the passage of money from fist to greedy fist.



 



Streams of curses from the mouths of aspiring executives



Struggling in their perspiring climb toward success



Each with his personal goal and motivation;



Wrestling his too big, snorting metal beast home



Through the flood to his sanity preserving suburban abode.



 



Settling back to the mind soothing patter



Of drops on the leaves, washing the soot away.



Sleeping with white noise



The hiss of tires on rain-wet streets.



 



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