Curbside Utopia

In a perfect moment,
shadows would not take anyone’s place
and there’d be no need for consolation-

Touching would be everything
and no calculation would be extraneous
because we are not ever unnecessary

Concrete would be beautiful cracked
and no toll would be needed
to take the heart of me

Valiant weeds would be heralded
making their stand between your teeth
as we crest before sunset