Yesterday was Cornwallville Day
annual event in our small town
with a post office, a cemetery
small number of people
very different from one another.
Because of it’s beauty
or maybe because of an intangible quality
I’ve attempted to describe
since we arrived 37 years ago
endlessly surprising
people different from one another
we live in close proximity
side by side.
I’m at the used book table.
An older man named Mike
full figured wearing
bright green polyester shirt
accompanied by a younger man named Mike
buff and chic with a Rolex watch
stopped by the table.
Older Mike
said to younger Mike:
you have to read Marilyn Robinson’s
Gilead it’s actually about Calvinism.
Younger Mike replied:
I don’t know
anything about Calvinism.
Time you learned older Mike said.
And she’s pretty much
the best writer in the English language.
(They left with the book.)
Poetic licence...
I love your story and love that you describe a man as full- figured.