The Street

when people refer to The Street
they only mean one street
the one with the wall at the end

it’s the only street left in the universe
that’s real

the others
almost as famous
one made of crocodiles
another of broken dreams
another of lucky children

no longer have names
they were once facts
but facts
don’t make a world

towers made of money
fall
dissolving into mourning
ash on crying people’s faces

markets crash
the bricks of their pyramids
tossed far into quantum space
but The Street remains the street
where we live –

it’s like one of those movies
where you’re caught in a scary town
and when you ride the road out
to its very end
you’re back where you started

gliding down a snowy Mobius strip
of indecipherable equations