Day 926

The street you lived on
was lined with trees,
tall trees whose shade
you were grateful for
in summer.  Trees
you could climb, trees
whose young leaves
unfolded, light green,
then darkened.  The street
you lived on was filled
with people, voices
you heard as you fell asleep,
comforting.  Familiar.
Sounds of cooking, lids
being put on pots, plates
being laid on tables.
Music.  Cats
who would greet you
when you passed
on the way to school.
An old man who walked
with his dog every morning
and afternoon. The street
you lived on had a
particular curve,
a way the pavement
rose and then fell,
a smell, a name
you could find it by.
How will you find it now?