White Noise

Living in the city There are lots of urban joys, But the one thing we put up with Is an awful lot of noise. Though we tune it out by habit And just rarely come unglued, There are nights when sleep’s a challenge And we yearn for solitude. Then a possible solution Did present itself and thus, There’s a new white-noise contraption In the bedroom, next to us. Though my husband swears it’s helping, Desperation does delude. I still hear the traffic roaring, Just a tiny bit subdued. Still, there’s value in placebos For believing can hold sway. While I toss and turn, my spouse is Snoozing peacefully away.