an online journal of student writing
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
wind sounds like a violin.
Sometimes the trees moves like a hurricane is about
To come. Outside,
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.