Neighborhood Watch

The sidewalk is littered with pavement crack weeds. The road’s full of hot tar mirages. It leads past the neighborhood’s untended needs, Trash cans and one-car garages. The curbstones have ceded their sovereign role Of guiding the rainwater’s current. As dammed as they are by their dandelion shoal, They act as a drainage deterrent. I noticed a penny pressed into the road. Its owner had long since departed. I pried up the copper and made it my own, And felt one cent less broken hearted.