streets

streets
scratch the surface
of history

streets on sand
shift
with regiments of memory

this was my street
i kissed him there
made my love in that dark corner
before i was born

layers of life
have built what’s here now
dig down below

another time
we walked arm in arm
past the crumbled walls

the past is my companion
rises from the foundations
the damp soil breathing
above the hidden

streets on land
fields
that fed our people

streets
angry stretchmarks
of our progress