My Street

misc. poem

  On my street...

The cars go by...

  Seldom stops...

Anxious departures...

  My world...

A lonely corner...

  A vacant lot...

  On my street...

The windows talk to the trees...

  And the flowers sing a song...

Sing along...

  In my mind...

Corners talk...

  To the street curbs...

  Here I sit...

On my shaded porch...

  Another car drives by...

Unnoticed and unseen...

  Still the same...

Nothing's changed...

  Another car goes by...

Author's Note

i wrote this poem when i was 19yrs old...i was sitting on my porch one night watching the cars go by...