the joy of streets is intersection
that sudden mutual presence
I miss in woods, longing to dance
with neighboring strangers
and uncross paths;
and so my late path home
a cat crossed twice,
one stopping in the median
gave me room to be a car,
the other miles on already
chassis-slinking as I noticed.
and so it intersected with
a young crowd claiming
busy intersections
with stunt driving,
and later fresh road markings
OUR STREETS in light blue
whose smears overlapped
spiralling tire marks.
with work even a residence
may become a street
and enjoy the presence of strays;
by happenstance and long effort,
I hung a banner DONT PAY RENT
with neighbors of another high-rise
and later went to see wild kittens
I'd bottle-fed, to pet them unexpectedly
once more