Fiction? | Non Fiction?




New England Town

The boys are waiting for you
near the hand-dipped
ice cream shop.

You are going to school for
a chance
to be something other than
one of their wives.

We visited your town and crossed
your bridge of flowers.

I watched the waterfall
rush down with graceful power
onto the rocks.

What were the old gentlemen saying over
butter pecan or mint chocolate chip on
that cooling Saturday?

There were two carpenters drinking beer
with their feet propped on a porch railing
that overlooked the river.

As we pull away,
someone tells a joke in front of the bookstore
and the breeze carries the laughter
beyond the street.

You want to finish that last chapter
and go to bed, but the boys are
still waiting.