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Small Town
I remember this small town
In the prairies
With a lake, a history,
A name
Clouded in mystery,
Was it named after a
Young woman murdered
On her way to the shore,
After the daughter of one
Famous in their own time,
Or any one of the other
Multiple theories,
I also remember
The constant discussion
About how to sell the town,
Increase the population,
Attract more businesses,
Get people back to the
Downtown street,
On weekends and holidays
Residents left for out of town,
Other places,
When they retired
They moved elsewhere,
The constant banter continued
How to grow the town,
Oh they made little parks
And patchwork flower patches
Named after each other,
The ones who had been
There the longest,
Today it’s a squeaky sign
And a fading memory
On the edge of a
Hedge fund’s
Corporate farm field.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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