your town, my town, our world

Thirty minutes
Like a pizza
Waiting for change

Coins in a pocket
Shaking with steps
Alerting to your presence

A doorbell chime
Knocking three times
You are welcome here

A sidewalk ending
The cul-de-sac
Where bicycles lay
Notification of where the children play

Tree lined street
Roads icy and wet
Be safe out there

Highway bound
Without trucks freight stops
Weigh station has limits

“I’ll cut off your hands if you steal”
A memory persists
Truth in advertising

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