Fairyland of creative art stores,
Hand made charm of a small village.
Artistic quilted patchwork magnetism,
Coffee shops of intelligent diversion.
Ghostly shadows of small business,
Broken pain of failed American dreams,
New Wal-Mart 24 hour super store,
Community’s source of entertainment.
Paintings flooding decorated walls,
Knickknacks embroidered tranquility,
Stained glass reflective ornaments,
Potpourri smells, flowers blossoming.
Mayor fighting for convention hall,
Restaurants closing at nine at night,
City streets rolling up curfew tight,
Traffic light blinking cautious yellow.
Patios of moonlight sensual dining,
Sipping wine of relaxed gratification,
Couples walking streets of love,
Tree lined sensual rippling pleasure.
Police looking for groups of loiters.
All people doing something wrong.
Parties of the hidden farmlands,
Something to do with friends.
Audiences of music enlightenment,
Notes of instruments coming alive,
Poets on a stage reciting verses,
Artistic verbal arts of presentation.
Public library of something to do,
New mall, theaters ten miles away.
Planting trees to change opinions,
Bringing the face of art into the light.
Note: Art is neither conservative nor liberal when it comes from a heart blessed with a divine gift of heavenly air. Without art, towns seem to weather old more quickly.
Somewhere in America not on company time 05/27/05 ©
The Terminated Free Spirited Poet Searching Out America’s dreams