Salsbury House Express on Main Street

There were six
circles of light,
emanations of voice.
Even the stranger knew them.
They were variations on
pictures assimilated in
lifetimes, seen more and more
as the years pass.
The subtle turns of
mouth were tiny organic
magnets which drew each
together. Level,
unsurprised, deliberate,
interspersed voices
danced within
boundaries never
violated, but laughter
nearly inaudibly lilted.