No Bikes On The Front Porch
An Ode to Mr. Luke's store, just close enough to ride my bike to as a kid.
No bikes on the front porch.
I play the floorboards of the old store
like a piano
creaking in harmony to the dance
of nine-year-old feet.
Today I may play cherry coke
or that good ol’ mountain dew.
Dig deeeeeeep into the bottom of the roll top cooler
as my prey is as cold
and as deep
as I can reach.
The screen door snaps at my ass
it alw…
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