what shall we do with these streets, beloved?now that the cars are gone

rip ‘em up barehanded and let the good soil free grow beehives and feed them monarda and lilacs and clover moreover, and ask them to spare us a share of their honey exchanged for our care

grow goat herds, and comb out their coats to make wool to knit socks to keep warm while we walk and we ride, glide, slide at the speed of breath.

what shall we do with these streets, beloved? now that the cars are gone

hold dances on foot, hoof and wheel jig and reel and the round dance sing hey ahey ahey ahey.

cities like beehives coiling with more stories and laughter

more spaces for solitude riverside breathing

elk thoroughfares the raspberry stained rush hour of bears

and when they ask what is was that happened here? where grass and willow cradle asphalt bones tell the children only a dream

-Anna Marie Sewell-