NOISE POLLUTION

by Alan Howard

The constant reminder 
The hustle and bustle

A dog runs up to greet you
Pulls you away

But the hum creeps in
Like the dark in your
Vision after standing up
Too fast

Not the hum you came
Here for: the bugs, the
Birds, the wind through
Green grass

Splashing around the corner
Time dragging its mark
On your knee

But the hum that you
Run from, the highway
Two men
Talkin’ business

Came here to escape
But it’s amplified
In opposition
To your surroundings

The dog standing on the
Bridge over the murky stream.
"Don’t jump Charlie,
Life’s too good!
"