The Raconteur of Metuchen

Nestled
Between nothing so charming as:
A quaint Main
with pedestrian crosswalks
every few hundred feet
flower and tree lined
spotted with disassembled youth
dressed so haphazardly as to suggest
comfort and freedom
in both fabric and family values
in both still life and government
the kind that is said to be "easy breezy"
but dangerously forward thinking
without any stops
no limitations nor bounds
just faith and trust and mutual respect
perhaps some expectation
(and perhaps not the unhealthy kind)
tied to the earth with just enough string as to hover
complacently
gliding back and forth and rarely shuddering against the wind
magnetized curbside
gathering before glass fronts filled with tid bits and trinkets
to make this life feel real
as opposed to from a movie
or in a movie
or based on a movie made for TV
but real chipped paint
and an authentic bench to be brushed off daily
window pictures
with everything placed just right
with changes taking place over hundreds of man hours
spread out as minutes
glazed on top of an already wholesome lacquer of seconds
ticking in a clock with hands
body full of gears and cranky parts
a slight echo against actual salica
made into a dome
to cover things that can be changed
by meddling hands
that know how to take things apart muss
but don't know how to put things back together again...

And a simple crossroad
with a traffic signal
and vehicles moving at approximately 27 miles per hour
unless turning
in which case
a mere 12 miles per hour on a left turn
and 16 on a right
so as to not barrel into town
but certainly enough momentum to pick up some steam on the way out
an artery connecting neighborhoods
bringing a prickly feeling to the outer extremities
a slow trickle
not to be felt by the highway
or byway
a thump against the neck
to know things are living
but not a fever
not a racing heat
not a rash
and not to be taken out of context
--
7.25.11

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