A-Z Challenge: Discordant Harmonica (A Poem)

Insides hang down
from the truck ahead of me;
wires, springs, chunks of metal
swing just above the pavement.
Down quiet country roads
it makes strange music,
wind dancing through the springs and wires
and pirouetting around the chunks of metal,
humming to itself as it goes.
It sounds like a discordant harmonica
playing a song only it understands.

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