Image by William D. Wright

Too large to fit in your streets,

Listen to the slithering of the snakes

Shaped like squiggling s’s.

Listen to the cars amble by,

Horns sounding shrill and annoying,

Rushing into the streets.

Too large are your thoughts of troubles

Weighing you down like war-time mortar,

Sinking your hopes and dreams.

Listen to the streets,

Paying you no mind,

As if you never breathed

Or existed.