Listening to the late-night
sounds of cars rubbering by
on the street below
The refrigerator hum
A helicopter thumps
the sky
(this is Los Angeles)
And somewhere
in the darkness
a bird sings
One of us has
to go to sleep
I guess it will
be me
(D. James)
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I enjoyed reading this poem; especially like “sounds of cars rubbering by” – rubbering by is fresh. And “A helicopter thumps the sky” – again, it’s perfect. Out of curiosity, what songbird sings at night? Thanks for the smile you put on my face while reading your poem.