What do I listen to? It all depends in summer, with the windows open, I listen to the street
The harrumph of garage trucks beep-beeping delivery trucks 4-wheeled rap blasting air brakes of the Pink line bus – murmur of background traffic – Ambulances shrieking East to Mercy, North to Hopkins Whup-whup-whup of PD ‘copters Gabbers, laughers, argumenters, sometimes a dog, sometimes a child, a fiddler once.
Hushed interludes of mid-day heat
In the evening, bottles clinking, outdoor-sitters at the MarketPlace, the ting-ding-ding of the Light Rail train, a radio.
In the silence after-hours, I hear the refrigerator hum.