a small town morning (aprons and bow ties)

a flag rustles limply

doors unlocked, awnings unrolled

old dolls on the table beneath the canopy

cobwebs heavy with dew

smell of diesel and coffee and manure

porch flowers opening

waving with a morning paper

vegetables sold by the side of the road

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