Small Town Fantasies--By Suzanne Delaney--United States

Small Town Fantasies

It makes a heart glad to know, there are still small
country towns like Woodford, where homes with large, old trees sit
scattered between small shops and local businesses,

To think - the spirit of Elvis exists in a greengrocers’
called “Grapelands”-‘Elvis Parsley’ swiveling his hips
amongst the carrots and parsnips, imitating “Blue Suede Shoes.”
I select a punnet of strawberries, as a smile slips out
at the absurdity of how some can live out their fantasies
“Blue blue “…you can do anything

I cross the street to check out a “Second-hand” furniture store.
It is closed so I peer in the window -A group of old, store mannequins
pique my interest, draped in 50’s fashions.
It seems like a time warp as there are no opening hours posted on the door
I wonder if the mannequins are an eccentric collection,
or if they were for sale, which one I would buy? The one with the eyes demurely cast 
down or the arm-less one, looking enviously past her.

Back on the street I inhale sun-warmed earth as I walk past a garden’s bright picket fence.
A shiny black crow flaps up, startled. Suddenly I smell, what the scent of home
is like for somebody else.

Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse. A resident of Hawaii, USA she was born in Tasmania. She now has time to pursue her passion for writing poetry, creating collages and for traveling.