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On The Streets
As I lie in the dark
I hear the trees
rustling,
Like
a foamy wave, rolling onto the beach.
While it produces no
sound
Sometimes I feel I
can hear
The hums, sizzles,
and pops of the streetlights.
It sounds like coals
being shoved into a steam engine.
Critch goes the coal, picked up by the shovel.
Shing goes the shovel, throwing the coals into
the engine.
Tssss goes the fire, as it welcomes the coal.
All of this
accompanied
By
the slight whistling of the vehicle against the wind.
Fhhhh
Fhhhh
As I get off the
bench,
The creaking of the
planks makes me
recall grandpa’s old wooden attic.
“Goodbye” say the broken door hinges.
“Goodbye” say the rotting floor nails.
by Christian Kim
8th grade, Punahou School
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