Esme Writes.

Small Town Dreams

Sullenly staring from stoops
so spaced to indicate the passing of
time
markers in history all architectural and
significant

like growing up in a museum
all beauty without interaction
as some marker
at some point in time
all unequevocal but repeating
nonetheless
there were map pins and
circles drawn
around the cities we dreamed of
cities with more stoops
spread on streets like
the staccato of a snare
or the tap whir of a one two one and two and
played on the high hat held open on the and
the sounds of firecrackers that errupt from
chinatown
bounce off sheer wall cliffs
and buildings who have no business except enormity
sized for a global economy
not felt in these stoops
with chalk remnants of hop scotch and
little magnifying glass burns and
soap water bubble circles