EVERYTHING MAKING ME HALT (Poem 1)

EVERY THING MAKING ME HALT 

less cars like ocean

new road like 

the country I dreamt of 

now we are edges, not edges

like blossoms bragging 

block by block

children walk dogs, stroll babies

past gunless mansions 

shuttered in their way 

rumors of dolphins, irl hummingbirds

an otter by the landscaped bank

brown booze stashed in the bushes

man dancing shopping cart backwards
across the intersection 

bruised fruit rolls free 

the prairie where traffic 

would be