In this town,
children chase one another down the sidewalk squealing,
daily morning dogs walk their owners, same neighbors,
same expressions of, So cute!
Scent of roasting coffee beans and wind
thread high through evergreen boughs.
Same faces at the market, spiced up
by drifting bohemians.
Theatrical costumes, crystals and weed,
book lovers and tea drinkers and makers of mead.
This town,
utterly different from the last.