Buxton Poem by Timmy Curran

The sun shines on love in a field
and there are rocks in the shade
One does not belong along the wall
A tampering of such a thing
it leads to unseen consequences
that not many people will know or care for
Strangers walk by on a dirt road
unbeknowest to the echos of time that
unfurl so close to their Sunday dresses
The moon rises above a love hiding
and there is a cracked sidewalk
under the glow of the streetlight
So far away from a peaceful slice
that nobody knew that all is the same,
least of all a shellshocked man
who when he happend upon understanding
merely asked what time it was