small town charm by Serena Jeffers

 they were driving up the hill 

made of hundred year old bricks, 

now iced over from the storm, 

when it happened. 

the tires spun, but couldn’t climb 

the icy slope. 

victims of time and the elements, 

they were left sideways in a ditch. 

is that what will happen to the rest of us? 

silver trucks on stilts  

own this small town  

           now, 

tearing up what lives beneath them. 

sitting so high 

             that they forget that they are immigrants too. 

the density of their tires 

and sharp edges of their boots 

break away 

                     little by little 

the history that once thrived here. 

creating an icy slope  

           to coat 

the pavement  

that the rest of us will slip on.