I took a slow stroll around the square
I saw a man with
a Westie who ambushed children
the woman from the cafe
looking at real estate
in a window
three men with beards
discussing the theatre
“And then, my character says. . . . “
a new fancy restaurant
in the old post office building
Texas Formal dress required
the wonderful presence of a
classic car, convertable,
top wantoly left down
fawn colored leather seats
built like a boat to sail
down local streets, sharkin’
an old couple with their
own portable table set up
for wine and cheese from home
so many picnics
fathers double-fisting
plastic-cupped lidded beers,
hurrying back to the family blanket
I saw a summer Friday night
easily sighing its way
into being, a languid
lay back under the trees
and wait or the fireflies
evening sauntering in,
the real life of what tries
to remain a small town
in spite of an encroaching
city on the move,
the slow blossom of taking it easy,
the joy in spite of it all
I love my town, but I also have a special deep love for the next town north, with its fabulous old square which boasts the title of “Most Beautiful Town Square in Texas” – and I can’t argue with that! It’s a great place to hang out on a summer evening. Thanks for reading!
The Poetry Patio 