A Restless Thunder

I hear some distant thunderAs if bombs have burst in air But it's only morning traffic With sounds that spread despair.

Unaware their raucous music Isn't welcome to sleeping heads They create a restless thunder Much better left unsaid.

A hiss, a rumble, an occasional Screech as a horn hits high And a hurried, busy people Render frantic (but last) goodbyes.

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