Poetry: Urban Melody

Out we went riding,

bikes bumping, thumping

as wheels turned over

on uneven sidewalks.

Soon I heard high notes,

at first I believed

the sound came from the

bikes chaines, but soon learned

of the true origins.

The notes are the squeal

of breaks on the tracks.

Each break producing

its own unique note.

Beneath the high notes

were deep steady thruming.

Sounds of train engines

running. Adding their

hum to the city.

Our wheel take us past

the train yards and their

unintentional

song, that is heard by

many but listened to

by the very few.

 

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