The Neighborhood

Maybe I’m the neighborhood
 The 7AM kids that kick rocks to kill time while waiting for the bus
   And the parents behind them too
The same ones that rush to a job that barely knows they exist
   Just for a whiff of pay right before bills
    The highnoon drinker popped and perked up ready to sing pop classics during highway car karaoke
    The regular man under the eyes of pigs with expectations of him being blocked up ready to be locked up
   And the honeymoon lovers during their first fight with flowers in hand to queue closure
      These fractions of fractions make up me
    Microbodies called everybody move through arteries called avenues
    Busy bodies with no time for wills move and move on only ever motioning more bodies to do the same
   The neighborhood stays
Houses hunkered down to hold histories of previous times
   Open doors act as open portals to moments that can only be described by “you just had to be there”
   So I’ll be there
And stay here
   Even if not by choice
   Maybe I’m the neighborhood