The Street Reminds Me Of Home

Sheer cliffs of splashed mortar and brick
Splitting sunlight besides the sky
Slipping smiles on cobblestone
While echoes tell how I’m alone
Until bright sounds screech on the sly
At night, when hours slide by quick

The chasm of two walls hold up
The dam of cacophony clean
So in chaos a world serene
Fills the corridor like a cup

Then, as the springtime rain cascades
Daylight shines a prism in grey
So that each of us may wonder
If all these senses we ponder
Can crack concrete with green and fey
Before the homestead we set fades


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