Small towns can thrive,
survive even,
people can be people
and move on, recognize, realize,
but some towns are ghost towns
with living relics routinely walking
to the one store ’round
for miles,
big white letters and reddish
store front beckoning
those off the highway
and those
coming ’round
to hear the tales
of a world that just might
exist,
where others come to squash
those fabled rumors
but
it just might exist anyway,
not a convenient pipe dream
or generalizations of the gates of hell
but a world beyond
the city limits
where there is a clear distinction
between values, value, choices,
even convenience,
a place
that just might
exist–
What’s that?
That was said already?
For the record: I like Casey’s and I do not hate small towns. I was raised in a town of 800 people and one Casey’s General Store (but that’s a whole other story.) This poem is probably a metaphor or something like that 😉
Wow, so much going on in this… (in a good way) 😉 Shared here..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/06/15/caseys-general-store-c-d-anders-the-unnecessary-blog
Thanks for your generosity. 🙂 Cheers!
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