Sunday, April 12, 2015

poem of the day April 12


The town was displayed in pictures
Main street
High street
The stars lined in yearbooks
looked so young and handsome sledding down  memory roads
Keeping warm by a fire
made of barrels of broken furniture
Post card of 1912
I wonder what treasure was burned within
Luckily the governor arrived at the inn
in the special carriage made of skis
just in time for the house specialty: 
Fried Chicken
After eating  he announced
Small towns live in postcards painted with a past to last

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