Noise
Across the street
the neighbor’s car idles in the cold,
rumbling through the silence of the night
with blaring music, shouts to his roommate.
I used to hate his noise,
stare out my bedroom window in scorn.
I though I could make him quiet down
without even knowing what he looked like.
Many nights passed, summer came and went
as there are no constants in life but inconsistency -
a curse on all our lives, a hard truth we must live with;
there is always the man in the night with his noise.
And maybe his presence will teach me a lesson
on how to sit back and let to world scream
or blind me with its high beams at 11:30 at night.
I should learn to treat differently
the things that treat me indifferently.
~ Chey Brabo
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