The Street We Walk by Luisa

February 10, 2021


The Street We Walk

I heard them and I still hear them
Hearing mother calling for their kids 
To come home before it gets dark
Hearing Aunts, uncles, playing dominos 
In front of the building making bets
Walking to the park and seeing vendors
Selling ice cream, corn for $1
Hearing police sirens and seeing the 
A and 1 track passing.
Walking to the deli and 
Talking to the workers and petting the cat
This is the place I know.

I was inspired by “Along the East River and in the Bronx Young Men Were Singing,” by Ariel Francisco.