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