Sleeping Streets – #12 of 365 Poems

The street slept like a little baby
sometimes curled in a corner
with trash toys scattered around it.

As the night slipped its way out of darkness
people started walking on it like cockroaches.
Well walking would be the wrong word.
They first crawled slowly out of their dungeons,
and then kneeled down
some became still.
others graduated from kneels to stands
and then finally into walks.

Slowly the pace increased and
the street continued to sleep
Occasionally it would snore, just enough
for the street lights to blink.
I walked alone for miles
of its beautiful innocent body
just so I could touch its feet or forehead and kiss

Aha! how much I wish the street woke up
and embraced me like a baby once more.


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