Aural Landscape

In the distance I could hear the traffic
on the Chatsworth Road – the thunder of trucks
and the beep-beep-beep of pedestrian ducks
using the crossing. It was pathetic
how pleased I was to find a calming spot
amidst the houses where for an hour
there were no sounds of traffic to be heard
just the gentle calling of an unknown bird
from the branches of a tree in flower.
An apple, I believe, from some garden
long forgotten when a house pulled down
was left to nature to reclaim a frown
of mother earth just for a year. The hardened
concrete softened by the sun and rain;
allowed to fill with buddleia again.

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