Friday, May 27, 2011
I hear the fire engine leave the station
four blocks away, it's the truck
with the old-fashioned siren.
that sounds like a fireman
stands on top turning a crank.
I hear it come closer, it turns right
on to my street two blocks down,
Hurry! Hurry! Here we come,
get out of the way!
The truck passes beneath my window
screaming, the siren
abruptly stops. I listen.
I pick my book up
& begin reading again.