Noise

Even the smoke seems to scream in this town
My heart pumps up and down as I cross

On the red light
And cars rush and honk at me and each other

And yet another ambulance
Disturbs the traffic and people's minds

With its wailing sounds
Like bells of leaving ships

Or dying whales.
Sounds of high-heels screeching and scratching

The pavement
Go up my spine

Making my left palm sweat
The traffic policeman keeps waving and whistling

While I run off to find some narrow, quiet street
To get to work on time