sorry, I'll stop posting about warrenton soon :)

It's a short walk
past Winchester Street, the graveyard, the bakery with an annually changing name and the woman in the window who rises with the sun, with the bread
Dong
Dong
Dong
and three o'clock comes
MAIN street sounds off
maybe "THE BLACK SPECKLED PLACE THAT HISTORY TICKLED AND WHERE YOU WALK YOUR DOG"-street or even "THE ROAD THE WOMAN IN THE BLUE DRESS CROSSES TO GO KISS HER HUSBAND INSIDE THE BARBERSHOP"-street
It could be beautiful, to follow the slow mosey of cars
walking steps and the circle of
the mailman
delivery-man
lawyer-man into the courthouse
It could be beautiful to trace yesterday
into today
into tomorrow
and then back to when there were three buildings on this street and one of them was the church from which a choir is singing "Silent Night" and it is three in the afternoon
There is togetherness in the doorways
and in the sidewalk
touched by first light
touched by drunken steps,
the bar across the street
touched by a hundred homecoming parades
and by you, also