streets

each street
muttering
to itself
as it
trails off
in some
distance,
never learning
how to
name themselves,
it has
all been done,

some move
east,
some develop
a taste
for westward
expansion,
the other
two
are still
discussing
north
and south,

their mouths
heavy
with traffic,
all kinds
of landscapes,
flowers
and blooms,
pine trees,
pine cones,
and seeds
from
countless other
projects,

we dispose
of them
as they
get older,
we take
them away,
replaced
with tight
new bodies
that
have not
learned
to object
yet.