for an old road in an old town

christmas lights swung `cross-`bove street

dip like wet clothes slung on line

in heavy hours before noon-shine.

 

a parade

            avenues with barricades

brass being pinched and tasted in my hungover dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

empty butcher

over-priced diner

               hot spanish coffee

                                    (not before nine a.m. daily)

firehouse

            lily-farm                         gas cylinder hissing at street corner

forgotten roads-walk the yellow lines

 

 

                                 bars cleaned and abandoned pre-midnight.

Reviews

[K. Louis]

I loved this beat of this piece, and you have some really great imagery in this. Well done!

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~ "noon-shine"... wow... unforgettable... and the rest of the images are beautifully detailed... if i was that town, i'd be moved and overwhelmed by this piece... and i like the last line a lot... gives the impression of a very sweet and well-behaved place... (though maybe the residents wished the bars were open a bit longer)...