Sunday 11 December 2011

The Old Curiosity Shop



This Provincial
Town
 Sits well

The people here are open
And sweet

Like a soft nostalgia
A dream lost from
Times
Long
Gone

When life was simpler

The expiration date on people
Was smaller yet people found
Happiness
in the small
and the
simple

We
Kick up sparks on these
Cobbled
Emerald Mossed Stones
That tap
Below
Us
Keeping in Rhythm with our
Banter
and
Ease

All of a sudden
She
Stops
Whats this
She
Says

The sign
Reads

" The
Old Curiosity
Shop"

She is curious
And i am too

Smitten
Are we in this common ground
Which grew

We finish
Our smokes
And
And twist the remains of the sparks and our cigarettes
Out on the pavement

Turning
the

Cobbled Emerald Mossed stones

A brownish black

We step inside

and

a Black cat crosses our path
and runs out of the shop
and into the road

The door suddenly slams shut
Behind it
 we hear a shriek
And the sound of skidding cars smashing


We turn around un phased
and buy velvet kisses in a box and a pocket watch
and return home
Enlightened

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