Poem: Urban Distractions

the Jack Hammer

By Dave Hood

Beyond the house, blaring,
screaming sirens,
infringing on peace of mind,
speeding to a fire or auto accident.

Down the street, the deafening
sound of a jack hammer,
Digging up the sidewalk,
Piling chunks of concrete.

The garbage truck
Completing its weekly pickup,
Rumbles, noisy as a tank,
toward, screeching breaks
in front of every single home,
where overflowing garbage pales wait.

In the back yard, my Lhasa apso
Barks incessantly at any sound, movement:
A passing stranger strolling on the sidewalk,
Black squirrel scurrying along the fence,
Red Maple leaves falling from a branch.

The stereo in the living room bellows
Unpleasant pop music of urban culture.
Nonsensical lyrics and noisy,
assaulting beat on the psyche
—my train of thought
Falling off the rails.

Other indescribable noise,
—the din of the city,
Distracts, interrupts, beckons
For attention.

Sitting on the sofa,
Intending to relax, I’m unable
To concentrate, to read

Charles Montgomery’s book,
“Happy City,”
A brilliant piece of creative nonfiction,
The critics have decreed.
I wonder if this author lives in the city.


About Dave Hood

Lover of poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction. Professional photographer and writer. Without the arts, life would be rather mundane, like a walk down the same old path on a dull day.
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