there is a jet taking off
and another one landing
a car horn honks…once
a bus pulls away from the stop
to roll past my window
the hydraulics, spit, hiss and squeal
there is a steady beep, sounding
the alarm from a heavy vehicle
down the street
work crews on Bryant Avenue
my windows are open
there are birds talking
in sharp clicks and soft trills
the chatter of ornithoids
rising and falling
between the whining waves
of mechanical clatter
