Ode to Vermont emulation of Pablo Neruda

The town
filled with people,
midday,
fall
noise is
halved
like
beats by Dre,
its noise
roams
through the streets.
bright colored
leaves fall
listening to the crunch
stepping on leaves
In December,
uninhabited,
streets
full
with no one,
besides,
snowplows
and
snowflakes,
listening to the
crisp crunch of snow