Wednesday, January 12, 2011

main street, looking west

This was main street in Moshiem-town

many moons ago splashing in the swimming hole,

shivering to ask neighbor-girl to barn dance

Saturday night tucking in shirt and up pants

and holding our breath.



This was main street in Moshiem-town

and we ignored the shades looming like reapers

from the cotton fields where all us kids worked

hands grimy with blackest earth

eyes gazing into bluest skies for the hope of a rain cloud-

afternoon surprise.



This was main street in Moshiem-town

where the gin was shut down, moved to Valley Mills

and the filling stations died alongside their old men

who played chickenfoot under the wooden eaves

'til the shadows came for them.



This was main street in Moshiem-town

today our shadows are the only ones 'round

and the ol' school sits overgrown,

ruthless Texas summer sun bleaching walls and desks

Time, a reaper taking all us kids,

tucking us down and stealing our breath.



This is main street in Moshiem-town-

we're the only witnesses to mourn its death.

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