The doors rattle

The doors rattle, each has its own sound
My office door behind me Is the click of the latch
the door with the economic map of China 2008
But there are light booms of doors downstairs
The upstairs bedroom doors each their own sound
In unison more or less with the sighing trees
Sighing not quite so loud that the streets, morning,
will be strewn with flowers leaves and branches
Midnight has gone and the slight screech
of distant train wheels scraping the curving rails
Too
I will go out and stand in the dark silence
as the sliding windows shudder slightly
then stop.
As does the wind.

Midnight Jan 15-16th
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Posted: Jan 2021
About this poem:
Just sounds and sensations from this night in Sydney

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Comments (1)

Oceanzest
Visiting Sydney for the first time in the 1990's I was overwhelmed by the night buzz, everything seemed to breathe activity, enjoyable thumbs up
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