M’s Place

This is the farm stand
And that is the farm beyond
Where the good vegetables grow
I know you will want to see
The Catholic church down the road
My dentist is further-on the right

There are other things too
Which I may show you
They help to give some definition
To what I am where I live
They help to give some emphasis
To what I am not essentially

Across the overpass and up the hill
You’ll see my home and yes
The station nestles left below
This town will grow and disappear
But there is more of me not here
Than all that is left or right

Tonight there is not anything you understand
The cartoon colors have dried on the page
They say for making do the rage is two
And there’s little else except I think
We the wicked choosing books to dream by
Getting to know the grocer ere he dies

Eyes are on us they do not see us
There are bills to pay no credit’s given
Seven times round these hills I’ll wander
And Tuckahoe may be my home again
But on this night to stray is right
Until nothing’s left except to go

When you make the final turn
You’ll be halfway between
The highway you came up on
And the one to follow down
Lest you lose your direction
I’ll hold your hand long after you’re gone

Copyright 1980, 2008 by Maurice Leiter

Posted with permission.