If a street is named for a tree, <br />it is right that flowers <br />bloom purple and feel like cats, <br />that people are leaves drifting <br />downhill in morning fog. <br /> <br />Everyone came outside to see <br />the moon setting like a perfect <br />orange mouth tipped up to heaven. <br /> <br />Now the cars sleep against curbs. <br />If I write a letter, <br />how will I make it long enough? <br /> <br />There is a place to stand <br />where you can see so many lights <br />you forget you are one of them.<br /><br />Naomi Shihab Nye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spruce-street-berkeley/
