Memories are stored not just in our minds but also in places, people, streets, and things. These sentimental pieces remind us of those memories whenever we see them, hold them, or be in that memorable place. They hold pieces of our past that may contain feelings of love, joy, excitement, fear, sadness, even despair. Streets are but the same. Streets are momentary places of being that we just past by never even having a second thought until we lose the thing or person that gives the street its meaning. Now it will never be the same whenever you pass by those streets.
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Streets – Poem by Lewis Grandison Alexander
Avenues of dreams
Boulevards of pain
Moving black streams
Shimmering like rain.
Streets – Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye
A man leaves the world
and the streets he lived on
grow a little shorter.
One more window dark
in this city, the figs on his branches
will soften for birds.
If we stand quietly enough evenings
there grows a whole company of us
standing quietly together.
overhead loud grackles are claiming their trees
and the sky which sews and sews, tirelessly sewing,
drops her purple hem.
Each thing in its time, in its place,
it would be nice to think the same about people.
Some people do. They sleep completely,
waking refreshed. Others live in two worlds,
the lost and remembered.
They sleep twice, once for the one who is gone,
once for themselves. They dream thickly,
dream double, they wake from a dream
into another one, they walk the short streets
calling out names, and then they answer.