Poem: We Strolled the Broken Sidewalks

We strolled the broken sidewalks 

Of a little chilly lake town

Caught between mountains

Talking about art and money

Smelling curiously of aged wood

About who cared anymore for culture

And stopped in to lunch at

A corner cafe where two meals 

Cost us twenty because we were hungry

I snapped a photo of the storybook

Book store's curlicue gingerbread
For a moment we were sculpture
Frozen, captured, cast in time

No one important was around to see us 

Only a robot Santa and a traffic cop

© 2016 by Michael Jones