Yes, you heard it
a door slamming will do
or the slow scraping of twigs along glass.
Yes you heard it.
Nodding off on the bus, top deck, and the branches smack in the face
and then the wooden squealing as they scrape alongside you
a trumpeter trying to get out off the corner
of their tight composition.
You heard it, now wake up. Be
convinced by the importance of those words,
pinion stratified structures: words flitting above your head
whooshing and sweeping
and branches arch over the whole road
bending down to vehicle bidden ground.
A door jamb will do, the shudder of the lintel.
You heard the opening and the closing