Do you turn?
Do you pause?
What if you can't bear
to leave the street you're on?
What if you love its old steps and porches and yards
and the name Lucky Medina scrawled in wet sidewalk cement in 1932,
and once you pressed your face to a certain tree trunk
when you were sad and it answered you?
(Whispering, "Yes.")
What if you have to move?
What if the houses around the corner
don't have any WELCOME signs hanging out?
Their eyes are closed and you don't know the name
of anyone who lives here
and you never kicked your ball over their fence by mistake
and you're not sure where the curbs are or the biggest dogs or the holes?
You still know your feet.
By: Naomi Shihab Nye
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