The street slept like a baby curled up 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. ‘Walking’ that would be the wrong word. First they crawled slowly out of their caves, and then kneeled down. Some turned still others graduated from kneels to stands and finally into walks. … Continue reading Sleeping Streets – #12 of 365 Poems