Noise

Noise changes the meaning
of everything a laurel leaf
against a sound drop of busy
street is not a laurel leaf
but something closer to
an engine the temporary hooting
of a shade of green.

Omit the revving and the drone
and its veins become
essential odorous
a lingering moment
in the day.
Honking turns leaves
into tone deaf tunes.

Anamaría Crowe Serrano