not our street (and that's okay)

The wind and the sky relaxed

As we found our backs on the grass

Folding it down for the winter to come

Numb to the crunch of the leaves

Acknowledging the breeze

And thanking the trees

For a lovely afternoon

With youth on our side

We tried

To make words in the road

But the cars rode

And none of them knowed

What they were doing

When they were pursuing

Their respective destinations

Shooting through words of love

Like chocolateless doves

They stayed us busy

By Constricting our productivity

Which could make nerves pop

But im glad they didn't stop

Or turn back

Cuz Hesitations

Or negotiated migrations

Would have kept us from our goal

Because the passing of them by

Causing leaves to fly

Turned out to be the soul

Of the moment

So we grabbed it

We worked with it

We believed it

We rolled

We laughed

We smiled

We rolled we laughed we smiled

We rolled laughed smiled

Rolled laughed smiled

Roll laugh smile

Roll laugh smile

Roll laugh smile

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat

And then we left

Never having read a street sign

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.