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Here We Name Them ‘Way’

Cart and horse scaled streets, some cities have

Alleys couched that way enough the British might say mews,

Doors silent the size to walk through

Not interrogate your journey, big

Mouthing in stasis the importance

Of their place, ready to say not your

Destination; but here, actually home in the alley.


The neighborhood is changing

People are moving in as out

Faster than we can see who is

Going to be here, who the violence will leave

Unclear, who unafraid;


The street scale   without moving I could talk across

A line of words as easily as walk

To hand some of the first fresh ripe

Tomatoes I’d hosed clean because I know

You’re going to bite into one right there

Your way to let me know you think I know

How to live   across the street