I Am

I am a row of houses

Little houses in a row

I am the streetlamp on the corner

And its curious orange glow

I am the big oak tree in each front yard

And I am the orange tint behind the windows

An illuminated lamp

Inside the tiny houses

Little houses in a row

I am the glowing blue rectangle

Light from the T.V.

I am the navy sky

Through the leaves on the oak trees

I am the stars, slowly, slowly

Lighting up the night

Over the little houses

Little houses in a row

I am the sidewalk in need of repair

I am the cracks in the pavement

I am a pebble loose beneath your feet

And I'm the tar upon the street

I am the far off scent of smoke

Of someone's bon fire party

I am you and I am me

Walking hand in hand

Under the curious orange glow

Of the corner streetlamp

Beside the tiny houses

Little houses in a row.