|City Market, Lynchburg, VA|
downtown, among the bricks
& mortar, cracks & faces---
red hair, blue hair, brown, black
stocking caps & santa hats
in line for the horse drawn
carriage street ride---
'smells like poop'
& cinnamon, apple cider, sweat
pressed bodies, fresh vegetables,
canned butter &
kids limb on the stone fish
in the fountain center, defiant
the sign that says different,
but no one cares---
a little blond in elf attire, bright
red sweater with lime trim, chaps
her bottom lip licking it---
it keeps them busy, while parents
chat, Facebook, angry bird or bitch
about how long this line is
every ten minutes, we move five feet
and at this pace we'll be here an hour
or two or 'hey, you,
line begins back there!'
a few rides and we'll be under
the mistletoe someone tied to the tree
it spins, spins, spins on the wind,
as a june bug past its season
as any relationship, drying
from lack of notice
'is it really worth the wait?'
'gimme a few minutes, just a few feet
more, i'll let you know
and see if we can
chap my lips too.'
It's OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets - a poetic splatterpainting of poetry from around the globe & tonight my good friend Grace is guesting behind the bar, so drop in and bring her something to read...smiles. We open the doors at 3 pm EST.