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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