If every street corner was wet but warm like rain on cement I would live there Lights would actually end at definitive borders, like a comic strip There would be men in trenchcoats smoking, hats giving advice of the ageless everytime you round the corner boys walk around with their pants rolled to just below the knees All wanting to be Huck Finn splashing barefoot on streets comfortable enough to sleep on .Mothers. In the grassy spots dreaming a dream that makes it all seem worthless