On February 17, 2010,
in Poems,
by Small Town Poet
I love the shock of sounds
the sudden ping of steel expanding
the points snapping to attention
She wants the harbour restored to its former glory
“I would rather have that wreck back in place,”
she says, “Than the concrete monster
Buffalo Lil is preparing for a town council election
by sharpening her claws on a fence post.
She is one mean
green eyed
black cat.
On February 14, 2010,
in Poems, Small town life,
by Small Town Poet
…for this small town
its future citizens
where despite everything
hope springs eternal.
On February 14, 2010,
in Poems, small town poet,
by Small Town Poet
That man in rumpled clothes
with grey tufts of hair
sprouting from his woollen cap
sitting up
against the harbour wall
an empty bottle by his side