APAD 22-2015

There is a soft burr of tires
on old road scars with the
occasional growl of cars with
lost exhaust, only the sounds
coming harsh in contrast with
soft massage of tires.

Far up the street a siren begins
to create new sounds from
whatever pain they carry to
the complex of hospitals, not seeing
the young couple with the curious dog,
the three paying no attention to
tires or growls or sirens or
anything but wonder of being together.

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