Small-Town Exodus by Steph Fogler

The white towels hanging from their arms gently,

People walked in clumsy lines

through the snowy town

carrying briefcases and toys.

People walked in clumsy lines

under bird-egg laden trees

carrying briefcases and toys

and yawning widely.

Under bird-egg laden trees,

eyes and shapes and smiles hovered

and, yawning widely,

the horses made their way.

Eyes and shapes and smiles hovered

and music rung out across the road.

The horses made their way

through the crowds of dancing women.

And the music rung out across the road,

through the snowy town,

through the crowds of dancing women,

the white towels hanging from their arms gently.