one day the government carved a

street between a neighborhood,

cut it right in half like surgery.

from both sides of the interstate,

the pale yellow grey black 

blue red painted walls spill

over the concrete slab fence,

but never quite make it.

i wonder how long that neighbor-

hood weeped at the industrial

scar on its torso. on its arms.

now the two parts of that whole

speak, wave to each other over

the screeeech beep beep

beep beep hmmm rrrrrrrrr

and other car accident noise.