watching my home town
being small
where only the basketball players grew tall
stretching for the morning sun
which seemed out of reach
when there was no one left to teach
along slow-moving Market street
where it was always easy to meet
your best girl and her friends
on a summer day
heading for the afternoon pool
no one was a fool
if they knew where the hardware store sat
and the five and dime
which stood the test of time
on a Friday night when we tried on gloves
just for something important to do
it's what we felt sure we knew
like learning how to drive underneath the back road stars
when we thought the world would become ours
or hiding in the community park
on a Saturday night after dark
bouncing on the trampoline
waiting for the back flip to be seen
by the next homecoming queen
one traffic light and a dress shop with mannequins
behind a glass window
most everything I know
watching my home town
one circus and one traveling clown
they could stop but never did
it's like the whole wide world hid
watching my home town
being small
where only the basketball players grew tall
stretching for the morning sun
which seemed out of reach
when there was no one left to teach
along slow-moving Market street
where it was always easy to meet
your best girl and her friends
on a summer day
heading for the afternoon pool
no one was a fool
looking around
listening for a soulful sound,
waiting for the walls
to fall,
watching my hometown
being small.
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