ABSTRACT
Poems are delicate and easily injured. During gestation they are particularly vulnerable. Many are stillborn. They need care in their early years. The lucky ones grow robust in the company of others. A few survive into old age. By the second generation almost all are forgotten. A very few are remembered after the exact circumstances of their birth and life are forgotten. This chapter talks about Hans Monderman, the traffic engineer, has removed all the stop lights, signs, and road markings from the center of town. Even the sidewalks are gone. The intersection at the center of town is a bare brick square. The authors going to use "psychological traffic calming" in our relationships with others. The drivers are going to stop running over pedestrians. New traffic rules will be in effect. The author are going to regard the whole world as shared space. The invisible hand of civility and courtesy will guide us.
