I hear a blower blowing
Leaves somewhere
But that’s not
Interesting enough
A car motor pushing
Up the hill
But that’s not
Either
Just sounds everyone
Has already heard
I’ve got to
Make it mean something
At least that’s
What my editor said
But what more
Is there?
Other than
What is
As it comes
To my senses
The rest
We make up
So why not give you
A piece of what's here
As it is
For me now
And let you
Make up the rest
The blower’s blowing
There
Do you give a damn?
No?
Well, then go lie down
And try to have a nap
In the middle of the day
On a Thursday
When the city outside
Is still sounding
And have a listen
For yourself
Then you won’t
Need me anymore