Welcome to town


Nicholas Douglass, Johns Hopkins University '20

The house on the corner of Main

And Willow is not real.


Will dare you to enter,

But ignore him.


Old Ms. Taylor sees the future,

But only stuff about


And who will be sheriff

In fourteen years.


The creature in the steeple eats

Only what it can fit


Its mouth, like bicycles

And the odd dog.


Sometimes people fade away

Into the fog

But usually they come back.


The angel under the bridge

Will always tell you lies.


If you see your date of birth,


On the diner’s sign, leave town.


Don’t ask your questions.  Just hope

That the answers come quick.