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Echoes The city is noisy, so noisy, the city is noisy……… I’m sitting at a bus stop, sitting in the city near a noisy city street. The heat of the street’s concrete heats my cold folded hands and I stand, and I look down the hot noisy street for my bus but it’s not there. I sit down again on the bus stop bench. All at once I hear big noisy brakes. So I quickly stand up to see if it’s my bus, but the bright shining light from the windows and mirrors shines in my eyes and my pupils contract and I can’t see the bus and the shirt on my back starts to shrink in the heat rising up from the street and the lights are too bright and I only see white and then red, bright red, rich, thick red, and my head starts to vibrate and gyrate and rotate……………… I fell down in the bus stop. (I know this from what people tell me.) I fell down and then out of the bus stop, then into the street, where cars screeched and swerved to avoid me. A traffic jam happened. I almost was killed. Now everyone asks me what happened? and each time I tell them, I say the same thing, the same story, same words, and then someone else will approach me and ask me what happened? So I say it again, and I’m always repeating myself……………………… Back |