Curbs

[Larry]

This is the poem I'd like to stick with.
Your impression?


Curbs are caught
between two homes
Made referees of street
And stone
A cunning concrete crocodile
(Jagged teeth
Jawed into smile)
Swimming a
Suburban Nile
Guiding sidewalks
And automobiles

Separation
Isn’t more than this
A simple rift
Of rock
Or subtle split
Petrified into position
A quiet, low, and long
Division