I came back and
Many of these old
streets are different.

Some of them
gone — entirely.

Others, dead ends

I returned to,
reminding me
how much

The more
things change
The more they
stay the same.

—

When you come
to identify with
Any pavement,

You learn to live
in the curvature
of others designs.

You become gravel.

Soft when laid.
Hardened in time.

Others oil stains
Splatter your face

Next to arrows
Commanding
Future motion.

—

When you come
to identify with
Home pavement,

You risk forgetting
that your roads
connect elsewhere.

You settle in the fact
surrounding roads

all roads, even,
Lead back to you.

You dot your lines
separating travelers
along your course.

Proudly repaved,
You have forgotten
you are the figure
and not the ground.