On the windows are earnest signs
calling for a rally against the current war.
There are galleries full of local artwork,
heartbreakers when their short lives end.
There's always a small cultural center where
lyrics fall from a wisp of a younger singer
with a voice that audiences will ache for.
You stumble into one of these places
some evening and hear a fierce poet who
should be the professor of his generation.
Unsure if this place is real, you keep it
in the sweet spot of your imagination
not as a figment but as the truth.