AUGUST, SECOND AFTERNOON
Poems by Lawrence Carradini

It is a noise coming from the street
two women and a man.

It is a noise coming from the street
a man and a woman he has lived with.

It is a noise coming from the street
wet rubber against the wheel slapped asphalt.

It is a noise coming from the street.

A bird is singing.

Lawnmower
cutting lawn.

Another bird flys by
adding it¹s indignation
as more cars --- roll by.

My ³loved one² comes in the door -

tells me about rescued kitten¹s
before I ever see her-

while


I type.