This poem is taken from PN Review 103, Volume 21 Number 5, May - June 1995.
Eight Poems
Storefront
When Newberry's closed
in Franklin, New Hampshire - homely lime front
on Main Street, among the closed
storefronts of this milltown depressed
since nineteen-twenty-nine:
with its lunchcounter for beans and franks
and coleslaw: with its bins
of peanuts, counters of acrylic,
hairnets, underwear, workshirts,
marbled notebooks, Bic pens, plastic
toys, and cheap sneakers: where Ruby
worked ten years at the iron
cash register, Alcibide
Monbouquet pushed a broom at night,
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