full of broken
glass and gravel,
but it used
to be a store where an
old man
sold candy, and pop.
we'd reach
into his ice box
on the floor and pull
out a nehi soda
from the cold water
and crushed ice.
orange or grape.
which stained our lips
the entire day.
then we ran back out
into the street,
ball and glove in hand.
there was still sunlight,
there was still more time
to play.
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