25. Sirens

Sirens grow louder. 
Rumors of sirens.  
People talk about 
what may come. 
They look up. 
They look across. 
They hear sirens. 
They think 
maybe ambulance
maybe police  
maybe firetruck. 
There are chants
and names
and we sit 
and we stand 
and we listen
and summer comes 
and sirens come
and sounds 
like sirens 
but not for you
and not for me
maybe for you
maybe for me
and a sound 
like a siren 
that sings 
of silence 
and insects calling 
and my son is calling 
for no sirens 
and for sleep. 
We don’t want
to talk we want 
to sleep and the 
moon sieved 
through the leaves
is quieter than 
the sirens. 
Momma cut the 
branches away
from the neighbor tree 
so the moon could 
come through
or was it so 
the sun 
could strike 
the garden 
or to hear 
the sirens better 
and wonder​

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