Snippets of supposing
and supposing disbelief,
a swelling static melding
every creature on the street.

A color test of dullards
in an effervescent white
litmus for a fitting
as they will shed their skin.

I knew a yore of cobblestone
and so a laden tavern
with smiles full of vittles
as they’re wafting in the yeast.

I recall a carpeting
its fragrance I withheld
in a nasal cavity
thusly labelled “drool”.

Ah, the leafy scuttling,
it beckons to a year
of life, of love and lemmings true
are privy to the trees.

A never-ending railroad
or what it seemed to be
magic, nay, impossible
a hometown mystery.