Orchestra de la Calle

I lie down to retire;

early again;

missing a song, perhaps

to see me to sleep.


Until I realize that such a

possibilty lies

just outside.


Choruses of laughter mounted

upon other rings of chatter

accompanied by

cacophanies of dinner ware

backed up by a dog's

bark off on

the other side of the tracks.


Cocks miss their cue

and overecstatic;

they sing too soon.


Children bounding,

up and down and threw

falling misshapen streets

percuss

the otherwise

irrythmic orchestra.


My own music broke

but if it were

to be working

I would have never heard

such valiant attempts

to share theirs.