She isn't like most people
when she hears sirens in the distance she opens her window and
looks out
and she wonders
how the springtime scent could be so nice while
there's someone those sirens are meant for
there's someone who might be dying and yet
she smells the air and it smells like
a new beginning 

maybe to her it smells like a new beginning 

but to the one those sirens screamed for 

the few minutes they blared 

the air smelt like a cruel end 

the sirens that blare for the small child who swallowed a toy 

or for the elderly man with high cholesterol

do not celebrate new beginnings