What It Isn'T
WHAT IT ISN’T
It isn’t waiting for the downtown trolley
Hearing the ding of its bell
Isn’t knowledge of threat
Walking around Municipal Square
In rain, snow or fair
Chin up
Eyes staring off
Biting the bic
What is it that isn’t?
When that trolley dings
What sound rushes from mind to ears?
What really is it one hears?
It isn’t the doomsday bell
Isn’t the whoosh of Detroit steel
From all points urging acts
Of large corporate zeal
It isn’t what shouldn’t
It isn’t sadness or happiness
Doesn’t herald up golden times
Isn’t a struck life force, eternity’s chimes
What then is it?
Whatever
It isn’t waiting for the downtown trolley
Old Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2016
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