Tonight's Sounds

Tonight's sounds
The ping of rain
On zigs and zags
Of fire escape and
Easter Island air ducts

The slapping
Of wet leaves
Becoming
Applause as
The wind picks up

The hiss of tires
On slick streets
Occasional diesel trucks
Seemingly lost in the
Sleepy city that is starting
To hum to life


The early morning flight ban
Is over as the jets begin
To roar like the ocean
A mile from the shore

The odd gust makes a swish
And two hunks of metal
Shiver shrug to the
Ostinato of countable drips

Countable drips but legato
The reversing truck a tempo
Working before the dawn
Makes us deaf
The sounds of night
Usurped by sight