So the other day I was sitting in my caged in balcony watching and listening. The next day I wrote this- it's not amazing poetry but...ok no more disclaimers! Here's my unedited...thing...
legs dangling through these metal bars
like a bird in a cage
suspended from a hook in the sky ceiling
this place, my dwelling, slovakia, slovensko.
sounds that bounce 7 stories up
a little too well
are like notes in an unsuspecting song
pigeons that gather and flutter together
near the rusted metal door
on the high rise roof
children sliding down the new white slide
up the stairs, down the slide, up and down
big white and black dog running circles
around his master with a ball
listen carefully and hear cabinets close
and dinner plates clatter
as neighborhood mothers prepare an evening meal
in the distance a siren sounds and music bumps
a car speeds and a babka strolls
look downward through my cage
and see a woman with her head over her balcony
her friend who's back is to the ground
face looking straight up
afternoon face to face conversation
high rise style
a group of children with tie-on roller skates ride by below
the last one directs his remote control car with low batteries
"Pockajte!" he yells in frustration
as they roll ahead, impatient with dying batteries
the sound I'll give anything to hear when I'm gone
a faint, but loudly proclaimed
"AHOJ!" shouted from one child to another
with no restraint, as it bounces through the high rise concrete
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