Ode to Keelers Corner
Est 1938
childhood sanctuary
purchasing candy cigarettes from you
causing mischief in your tiny parking lot
doing wheelies around you on my general lee bmx bike
renting ancient overpriced films
buying superman ice cream
even if it tastes like chalk
journeying to you in a battered golf cart
childhood friends strapped to the rear
snickers ice cream whispering our names
piece of me died when you did
your fate was not righteous
vibrant in your prime
turned to ashes and barren 2 by 4s
soot engulfing blown out windows
like mascara after a tragedy
don’t weep dear corner store
its unbearable knowing
your life ended hastily to an abandoned vanilla bean candle
Copyright © Bryce Hudik | Year Posted 2022
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