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the wind outside (Free verse) by Emma
The fire alarm
Outside the staircase
Of my apartment
Shakes in the wind
The metal door flaps and bangs back into place
With a dull metallic clang
When Iâm out on the walkway having a cigarette
And I can see the street
There used to be a tree growing here
That I could look at
But one spring its leaves never budded
And they came and cut it down
And took it away
I can still see where it stuck out of the sidewalk
Trees in an urban landscape
Trying to grow out of flower pots
And rectangles cut in the concrete
One year the tree outside my apartment building
gave up
and now thereâs just a rectangle of dirt in the concrete
the light bulbs in the lights
that light the walkway outside my apartment door
burn out and get replaced
sporadically
maybe the tree will get replaced
the sound of the door
of the fire alarm
in the wind
clang clang
will remind me of home
Iâve never heard that sound before
And maybe in many years
When these rooms are just a distant memory
And I can barely remember the purple colour I painted the bathroom
I think Iâll remember the sound
Of having a cigarette in the wind
Listening to the fire alarm door
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