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For this session we read an excerpt from Sirens by Billy Collins, posted below.
Our prompt was: “Write about a sound that prompted you to stop.”
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Sirens by Billy Collins Not those women who lure sailors onto a reef with their singing and their tresses, but the screams of an ambulance bearing the sick, the injured, and the dying across the rational grid of the city. We get so used to the sound it’s just another sharp in the city’s tune. Yet it’s one thing to stop on a sidewalk with other pedestrians to watch one flashing and speeding down an avenue while a child on a corner covers her ears and a shopkeeper appears in a doorway, but another thing when one gets stuck in traffic and seems to be crying for its mother who has fled to another country. Everyone keeps walking along then, eyes cast down—for after all, there’s nothing we can do, and today we are not the one peering up at the face of an angel dressed in scrubs. Some of us are late for appointments a few blocks away, while others have the day off and take their time angling across a broad, leafy avenue before being engulfed by the green of a park. “Sirens” by Billy Collins from The Rain in Portugal. © Random House, 2016.