Streets like this should have
High curbs and storm drains
And some cars pulled over
And parked, with streetlights
Properly placed at intervals,
Just far enough apart for you
To aim for at night, small arrivals
Pacing, spacing your walk home.
There should be elm trees lining
The way, substantial things,
Something your ancestors might
Have planted, with deep roots
Reaching into the place they made.
There should be rain still dripping
From the trees after a storm, and
You should be walking home down
This street. Then all you would hear
Are familiar sounds you love –
The slight rain, a little breeze, and
The quiet sound of your footsteps.