by Lynn Emanuel
I love its smallness: as though our whole town
were a picture postcard and our feelings
were on vacation: ourselves in mini-
ature, shopping at tiny sales, buying
the newspapers--small and pale and square
as sugar cubes--at the fragile, little curb.
The way the streetlight is really a table
lamp where now we sit and where real
night, (which is very tall and black and
at our backs), where for a moment
the night is forced to bend down and look
through these tiny windows, forced to come
closer and put its hand on our shoulder
and stoop over the book to read the fine print.
-poem presented to Z&T Acoustic Café by Poem-A-Day, a service of Poets.org
-photo is called "Summer Memories" but Verble doesn't remember if that was the title or just what he named it. Needless to say he doesn't remember where he found it, but wants to give credit to the fine photographer who took it - so if this is yours, please let the Z&T know.