walking for ice cream in the cool of early evening
after a steel drum concert on the village square
proud old builidngs and ruined buildings
cracked sidewalks
peeling paint
potted plants escaping thier borders
vacant lots of rubble
the rebuilt courhouse, burned twice now
newly painted
the crisp blue sky, the early moon 
murmered secrets of a town we weren’t born in
a blond boy pedals by 
arms clasped over his chest
his face fierce

courthouse and moon