A Sad Euphemism: A Declarative Shuffle

Small town breaches by a worldly specter - a poem.

A dubious and nightmarish resolve;
Predicated on possibilities;
A proof of volatility 
And viscous awareness;
Conclusions of waxing and waning orbs
Cherished nightly or weekly
Mellow on the dedicated fence
Of the neighbor’s quiet,
Tree-lined yard. 

A parade of floats journey
Down the streets of a historic town.
Folks stand shoulder to shoulder
And elbow to elbow, in comfy chairs;
Appraising a dignified and honored display
Of set-in-stone clues
And justified morals.

Ostentatious wicking -
A blissful child or cheery adult blows out
The dimly lit and smoking flame;
The group extends a set of plates
And utensils adorned
With a delicious cake.

The cycle of small town
Or community reviews
By residents
Once again proceeds
To vindicate an age-old thinking;
The prodigal science
Of work-life balance;
And the conscience and peace
Of privacy
And opportunity
As a whole
In our darkened spiral.