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Sounds of the Highway | A Poem by Mary Bone

Metal against metal
Causing a terrible friction.
People mashing down on the pedal.
They don’t have any conviction.
Wood and bricks and chiming bells-
It’s not all music to my ears.
Breakfast’ s cooking, wafting smells,
Honks of horns, am I the only one who hears?
I’ve tried to get some sleep,
Only to toss and turn.
Someone’s going beep-beep,
For some quietness, my heart does yearn.


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