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Romantic plumes trail through shadows and shade Mountains and deserts sit in solitary splendor Mighty in their efforts, breathing harsh songs Quietly, quaintly, like all living things In a small town in Georgia time forgot Oil stained dirty concrete, pay inside sign said Over the tattered fence, sagging with boredom and age Tables of someone’s discarded clothes, now a dollar Tops and shirts once lived, stacked, folded twice, By the young girl on an ice cream social chair That in sweeter times graced a parlor And in the dusty store festooned with merchandise Hanging from every conceivable spot Much like an over loaded xmas tree Round open faced smiling lady cashier, Carried her years like the kitten on the counter We talked, I liked her, wished she were my mom She gave me the keys to the outside rest room Crumpled hand drying paper on the floor Pee colored piss in the unflushed toilet My wife refused to get out of the car She said the lady's room was probably too dirty. I love donuts and coffee when traveling Sweet short cake with crust of crunchy sugar Savored between gulps of hot coffee I broke off a piece of the tempting morsel And she did eat of it, much like Eve so long ago And like Adam, barred forever from the garden I too can’t ever go home.