Neighbours got a trampoline.

Neighbours got a trampoline,
like a wee Disneyland, where
you can throw yersel up in the air,
attract visitors. Boing!

There is no such thing as perfect peace,
and if there ever was it got diseased,
incessant din inventing centuries.
Everything has a noise. Potentially.

There is good noise, and there is bad noise.
The bouncing, boing, the kids squeal, the
laughter, and bumps, bruises, tears,
these are good noises.

Not Ghetto-blasters, though.


Cor, Jun 2008