Ghost Flamingo Pink colors cracked & whitened brick wrinkles,
dark shutter shadows accent the window eyes.
A two story survivor of time speaks to this day,
inviting people in for craft and country culture.
With two doors off-center the echo of an asymmetrical duplex
is revealed,
the two metal “sign-hanging-thingies” are a dead giveaway.

The snack shop, reminiscent of a beach shack,
always “Sorry, we’re closed”.
Floral wallpaper yells from the back wall,
muffled by the padlock that tries to keep the structure quiet.
Sink and counter say “someone wuz here”
yet no fresh fingerprints.

Established 1976, established 1992, established 1977,
the 20th century visual speak seems almost inappropriate,
no point in conveying such infant sprouting
when planted colonial beginnings are continuously in bloom.

{“...I have to pick up wedding invitations...” anonymous#1 says,
“...what’s on them?” anonymous#2 replies,
“...bride, groom...” anonymous#1 answers.}

Things hang, turn in the wind, sit in nature’s waiting room,
the price tag is an after-thought for potential need
since only a few people deserve ownership.
Wood, fountains, metal, plants, benches and boxes,
an eyeful for the visually hungry,
a roomful for the wallet wealthy.

“For Rent, call...”...how cool would that be?!,
upstairs apartment in the middle of Occoquan.
Food and drink,
crafts and arts,
conversation and merriment...

perfect.

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