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The Neighborhood

By Jedidah


The neighborhood has the sound of music

All kinds of music.

The neighborhood has rushing cars.

In the morning, I doze and dream about being

Outside.  The wind sounds like a violin.

Sometimes the trees moves like a hurricane is about

To come.  Outside, kids

Scream like there’s a carnival ride.

When I look up at the clouds, sometimes

They look like starfish.  Sometimes you can

Just hear the glass squeaking

when you clean the windows.