FLOOR  PLAN JOURNAL

 

John Repp  

 

     

 

     

  Landisville 

 

 

I’ll never leave Landisville,

realm of round steak & letters,

village bereft of gossip & antiques.

In winter, the roundabout ices over,

the A & P shuts down at six & pools

 

of incandescent light soothe whatever

can be soothed. Out of unbreakable

loyalty to Landisville, you light my pipe

& I your cigarette as coffee cooks.

 

What notes shall we pluck & hum?

So much remains the same we may

not speak, your black hair taking all

 

the light. We can do whatever we like

in Landisville, oasis of mandolin,

 

cinnamon bread & crayons.