MILLTOWN RESURECTION <br /> <br />I park before the old hardware store <br />stare into the darkness. <br />Everything closed here but the bars, <br />the pool halls and P.O., <br />the Senior Center and old Slovak Club. <br /> <br />My old classmates wait inside <br />my buddy’s shop to talk of old times. <br />Around us are shelves of used books <br />he sells on-line; the town library <br />is long gone, along with the movie house, <br />the auditorium, hardware store and lumber yard, <br />clothing store, the five-and-dime, <br />the bakery and butcher shops, <br />Islay’s, the auto and jewelry stores. <br /> <br />And so we sit around a card table <br />sipping coffee and listening to old tunes, <br />laughing at my Medicare card, <br />reading each other’s faces. <br />We leaf through old yearbook pages <br />and fill the town again with <br />talk of people and places <br />and harvest the memories <br />of times inside us still.<br /><br />Larry Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milltown-resurection/
