Onomatopoeia I

Click and clack a rolling engine
Rolls past streets too hard to mention
Rumbling its steady tension
As it runs away;
Swish and squeal a million tires
Rattle through my deep desires,
Hissing, crackling like fires
Burning up the day.
Beep, beep, ring, an answering service
Whining voice that makes me nervous
Life explodes another curve as
We begin to play.


© 2002 Pam H. Murray

May 11, 2002