The Rivulet

The leaves fly by tonight
and this is a dangerous time.
There’s a real world outside this city of peace.
Some are lucky to see it.
We feel it occasionally.
A car crashes.
A home catches fire.
We are awaken for a second for we can’t sleep through the noise,
But how we love it.
Music is terrible. Noise rings.
Shower in it.
Not in the peace, but the destruction.
Today they leveled the hills so you could see the city,
But they raised them again when you finally looked up.
The rivulet full of dangerous silt flows throughout our bodies and out through our eyes.