So much noise

So much noise

Even the pigeon

Has called it a day

Turning tail

Disappearing beneath

The eaves

Into the cool calm

Quiet

Of the love nest

Cement is being laid

Wood cut

Men work

With old radios

Playing rock songs

Iron girders

Hung from

Spider cranes

Crash together

Like choa gongs

Street music

A symphony

Under construction

Workday blues

In double time

With a fork lift

Doing a quick step

With a pallet full

Of plasterboard

As walls are rendered

New mothers

Feel undefended

When their babies

Can’t sleep

In their starter homes

Dreams demolished

As concrete is polished

In another build

A truck beeps

Everything is going

In reverse

As the pigeon

Peaks out

For another look

Time to preen

Read a good book

Strut for a while

In the quiet time

Before the next truck

Pulls up

And drowns the noise

Of laughter

With an air horn

Driving home-birds

Airborne