1850 HITCHING POSTS
Hitching posts line
cobblestone streets.
Awnings.... open - close
to brick, reveals iron floating
in air, near entrances as
proprietors lean
against brick facades.
Roads twist, turn
between blooms on
a dogwood tree.
At Center Street a
wooden box, reads
deposit trash.
A horse, upset. . .
swings a wooden wagon
upside down.
Youths in knickers,
run to fetch
fruit, bouncing on
uneven ground.
A proprietor stares
as the horse - defecates
in front of his property -
knowing summer heat
will keep his front door
closed -
until he, makes
piles inside the iron bucket
clearing the air, clearing his
space –
it might be a quiet
day.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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