On my block
You hear the good mornings
The hello
The how you do ?
You see the friendly smiles.
We all sit on our steps happily having conversation,
Kids running up and down the street like a crazy clown chasing them.
The boom of the music blast through the air
Head bopping
Trees dancing
Insects singing.
On my block
As the sun goes down
The street lights turn on.
You hear the screams of parents telling kids to get their behind inside.
Where adult still outside to have “adult talk” on the steps.
While
Every
Kid
Is
Tuck
In
Tight.