Main Street Lullaby
Leslie E. Hoffman
Tentacles of fog drift up river
navigating around redwood crowns
obscuring stars suspended in cobalt
In cadenced harmony
tires roll over damp pavement
crooning the lullaby of Main Street
as a lingering street vendor nods an
evening greeting to passersby
Faintly visible under tangerine streetlights
the vendorīs hand-painted sign
Crystals Gems Minerals Rocks Fossils
still hangs on the side of his van
while he packs his hallowed wares
Hey, Rock Man, still open for business?
Iīm in need of a special stone tonight.
The Rock Man reaches for rose quartz
and listens to one more story while
tangerine mist blankets Main Street
