If a street is named for a tree, br it is right that flowers br bloom purple and feel like cats, br that people are leaves drifting br downhill in morning fog. br br Everyone came outside to see br the moon setting like a perfect br orange mouth tipped up to heaven. br br Now the cars sleep against curbs. br If I write a letter, br how will I make it long enough? br br There is a place to stand br where you can see so many lights br you forget you are one of them.