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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.
Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2010
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