Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Am My Block

I am my block. I am the neighbors. I am the stoops. I am the steps.
I am the concrete. I am the windows. I am the roofs. I am my block.
Her mantra kept going well into the night.

I am my block.
I am the Rutherfords.
I am the McDowells.
I am the Hardings.

I am my block. I am the weeds. I am the flowers. I am the mailboxes
I am the tv sets, I am the draperies,  I am the door knobs.

I had nothing to add or edit, so I kept silent as her mantra continued.
I am my block. I am the porches. I am the railings. I am the cars.
I am the pigeons. I am the dogs. I am the cats. I am my block.

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L Milton Hankins May 13, 2022 at 9:15 AM Well, I suppose, since we are all made of atoms, as are all of those things. There must be some kinship. Caren Krutsinger May 13, 2022 at 1:01 PM I think we all bring our neighborhoods with us into all of our experiences.