There is an itch in my throat
Dry cough, ugh,ugh,ugh
Bubbles up my cheeks
I gulp it down with water
Trying not embarrass myself
In an open space office with cubicles
All around me, the office buzzes
of tapping of keys and busy fingers,
Snapping of headphones
I catch snippets of small & serious talk
This is nothing compared to
the summer construction outside-
Snarling buzzing of equipments
Clanging chinging of metal on metal
Whizzing of sand & dust & pollen
Screeching brakes of trucks
Beeping horns from impatient drivers
The city is a hive of buzzing energy
I sigh
At the end of the work day
After being enveloped in
The chug-chug-grating of train wheels
I step into the garden
Splattered with light and flowers
Chirp-chirp goes the birds
Zip-zoom for the bees
Ringing laugher of children from the park
Humming, tinkling from trees & leaves
My plants are greening & grinning
It is a good summer day
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- MTB by host Bjorn Rudberg, where we are incorporating sounds in our poem, Onamatopoeia. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your comments and visits.
