I envy the hood kids who ride through Ghent, taking up the road. When I get my new bike, I’ll pop a wheelie, flexing at the snitch car oafs. “My neighbors in Park Place don’t call it loitering! We’re taking back these streets!”

AN ODE/ANTHEM/VILLANELLE TO THE STREETS, AND THE HOOD, AND THEIR PEOPLE, DEDICATED TO THE NORFOLK HOOD KIDS WHO SAID THEY’D KEEP…