Street Sign

its tin metal somewhat mangled from a moving van that fetched impairment twisted signage of thin charm tinged with seasonal blues battered by brash snow, ice pellets, sombre rain below a street lamp that nightly courts white moths in fluttered fury lofty sign, a perch for sparrows shaking off dust above the humming hiss of a street that throbs in summer heat above the unfurling laughter of children skipping rope above the tangled banter of neighbors who amble home, pulled by comfort's zone script of certainty, location defined by a battered street sign, it's endless gaze that knows the rhythm and pitch of life laboring below Written July 25, 2021