apad 15

There is something different about the city
when behind the wheel, windows rolled,
sounds muted if heard at all.

I remember 8mm films, bright colours
but no sounds as if the present in that
past was silent.


People, cars, birds buses, flags
snapping high above the street
birds playing with the flapping shadows.

I turn the radio on and turn
from station to station
until I find the city's soundtrack.