- submitted by b-team on 03/29/2007
Voices Of Spring -- 1
7:45 A.M. Guys in sweatshirts, Yankees caps, red-orange bandanas . . . blasting leaf blowers all sides of our house.
Four to the right. Three to the left. Equaling 11 when you total them.
Sum greater than parts.
Six across the street.
Dust clouds filled with medium sized sticks. A cat, terrified, climbs up a tree and falls down. She tries again. Falls down again.
Cliche. Hate cliches. The sound, scene; it's surreal (almost), brain splitting.
LOUD
Our town doesn't permit parking on our empty streets after midnight.
Our town permits this. Decibels greater than at most mid-sized airports. Before breakfast.
Outside. Two women in bathrobes on the street are screaming at each other. They can't hear each other. They're waving frenetically. A stick flies toward one of them. She ducks. The stick hits the other who collapses on the ground. There's blood visible from our window. She's crying. The other one races to two of the guys with leaf blowers and screams at them. They're wearing ear phone-mufflers, their blowers are on. They wave their hands in a motion saying we can't hear you . . . and, honestly, even if we could, we can't understand you because we don't speak English.
The woman goes back to her friend who's now sitting up. The cat, out of nowhere, lands on her lap. She tosses it aside. The cat comes right back, sits on her lap.
Spring. Week 1.
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