Noise


   The suburbs are quiet. Nothing at the doorstep except bunny parts. Monday morning a wild bird seed bag with many small plastic newspaper sleeve bags, the clear and orange ones, blew across the way and attached to the rim of the flower beds as if stuck on a burr.

   The city is full of sound. Mirror glass crunches in the alley – someone made a deposit of over large items, including a door and a full length mirror. Large items require a city sticker, which involves more work and possible a payment for trash pickup.

   Latin music blares from a neighboring yard. The traffic hums and voices interject. At the base of the steps is a card with print advertising that reads NOISE.

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