The path at Boundary Oak looked level.
The hill had not read the brochure.
Local stories. Close to home.
Daily Smile
All smilesThe hill had not read the brochure.
Locust Street became a reception.
The platform and I had different definitions of now.
It closed with a sense of humor.
I am still talking about it.
Downtown had a different count.
I stepped aside like I had been expecting a parade.
Until the geese called a meeting.
They asked which one. I said the one with the traffic light.
It had been ready since the last time I promised to read more.