Hoov’s Market

Poetry

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Gray clouds hang low
over a Southern California morning
neon beer signs blink on
double doors open to the
homey wealth within

Outside, a boy sits on a bench
watching the traffic go by
scuffing his combat boots
against the concrete
where cracks show
brief sprouting green
and emerging ant hills

Across the street
girls in leather skirts,
heavy shoes and spiked hair
giggle as they leap down
to the asphalt
against the light
clutching books

Inside, music plays
from a portable radio
the iceboxes hum
the displays are neatly stacked
along aisles
Two teenagers
find a morning munchie

The hour is arriving
they slowly drift away
the boy sits on the bench
watching the grownups
enter
as the morning matureswordpress visitor

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