First Impressions.

Cherry Street, clad in wind-chimes and well groomed grass,
Every blade and equal four inches long and proud.
They will name a new Crayola Crayon “Emmaus Green.”
The windows are tall and overly complicated
   --moving glass, moving screens
Even windex cannot cure their history
The neighbors introduce their dogs before they introduce themselves.

I’ve just moved in and all I hear is warnings --
Not about locking my doors or only walking in daylight,
But street cleaning and recycling day
And about getting used to the train that rattles bricks.

I am the city girl here, with a beer in hand
And the other one ready for a hearty shake, a shared cigarette, or a dog to pet.
A finger to wear a ring
              Because in Emmaus no one lives alone,
Not for fear of burglary
But because Happiness is required -just like the four-inch grass.

Reviews

[gombeggar]

nice imagery, nice sarcasm...nicely done...except fer a few grammer tweeks in the 2nd line...had to get that in on my first outing into your world of course ;) ...but i find greta qualitia in your work already