Thomas Reed Willemain·PoetryA Well-Kept Nowhere TownShareOdd for a dying town to maybe be saved by the Art People but there it is.A few old mills became galleries. A few odd sculptures decorate empty lots. A few odd people stuck around to help the new odd people.It’s a strange place for a city person to visit. Somehow there’s no litter anywhere. And you don’t really need to look left and right at any intersection.Well, ok, once in a while there’s another car or a candy wrapper, but mostly it’s so. A delicate balance of loss and prospect.The natives mostly drifted away but a few with either hope or inertia found small jobs on the edge of art and spend the rest of the time smoking on their front steps.The downtown looks like it might make it. Any empty window has art in place of dark and who knows the floors might even be littered with poetry.