we loved the corner store.
the apples
out in the sun in boxes.
red rows
and yellow, sweet, not long
off the tree.
the peaches.
the melons.
the flowers in water basins.
fresh
and crying out for hands
to be held.
the corner store. sodas
and candy.
ice cream rounded out in
with a metal scoop dug into
the bins.
I can see the deli in back.
the sausage hung,
the duck in the window.
and us with our pennies
slid across the counter,
eye high, to buy
what we could.
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