My poem "When The Wind Is Blowing" is about living in a 2nd floor apartment and when it is buffeted by the wind and it sounds like a fleet of dump trucks rumbling down the street....
Anyone who can hear dump trucks when the wind is blowing doesn't need advice from me. Just this: When you hear those rumblings, jot them down and tell us more about them.
I too am on the second floor & on the main thoroughfare Rt 322 and though I hear traffic noise, very little does it bother as, in point of fact, it is calming...-e-
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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