convenience store

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a poem

Submitted: February 26, 2010

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Submitted: February 26, 2010

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I remember the times of my youth/ the store was part of our stomping grounds/ it was in a yellow stucco building that housed five small businesses/ we would walk to the store on a hot summer day/ we would take the path behind the building/ the one only the neighborhood kids knew about/ buy a slushie for a buck/ and steal several bucks worth of candy/ the clerk unsuspecting of us/ he would pretend to watch/ but not with any diligence/ thinking this tactic worked/ we never got caught/ i remember once/ george stole a pack of cigarettes/ they were still allowed on the counter then/ we smoked them in the schoolyard behind my house/ it was the first time i ever smoked/ everytime one of us would buy something with a glass bottle/ we'd sit behind the store to drink it/ then smash the empty against the wall that lined the river/ a drunk would come out from the bar next door/ either to laugh at us or chase us away/ high school came/ new england winters can be harsh when your waiting for the bus/ we'd walk down and buy a cup of coffee/ it'd keep us warm until the bus came/ now the building only houses the bar/ all the other store fronts are boarded up/ with broken windows and graffiti lined walls/ the building is now known as an eyesore/ as i walk through the ruins of my old stomping ground/ nostalgic sadness washes over me for the times when it was alive


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