there
where the ice cream parlour
once stood
an army recruiting office
Kesselman’s gone
where my mother shopped
for jewelry
the bank on the corner
where Maryanne worked
a discount clothing store
the hardware store
both Johnny and I
drove delivery trucks for
now Wicker Heaven
gone Atlantic Avenue Deli
the Arcade Movie Theatre
Woolworth’s Five & Dime
just that wind
that blows down every street
in every town
as strong as ever
in my old home
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Leonard Durso 
I still see the ghost of Woolworth’s every time I pass the TD bank…
We all see ghosts in our home towns, I think.
This took me to my old home in old Istanbul where the shops don’t have a name and we use to call them by the owner’s name. Summers that seem like never end. Street vendors selling summer fruits like Karpuz. Mom frying Eggplant, Potato and Green pepper. That warm wind. Were summers really that long those days I don’t know but I missed them. Everyone misses their old home at some point I guess. Greetings from Finland. M.¨
I think summers will never be as long as they were back then. I’m glad, though, this brought back those wonderful memories for you. But you seem happy now, judging from the photos you post, there in the north.
As a kid, the Woolworth’s downtown had the best soda fountain. Gone now. 🙂
Yes, the soda fountain.
Wonderful nostalgic poetry.
Thank you.
and the waxing and waning moon
Can’t stop that.
Towns destroyed with “£ shops” and all the rest of the crap they now fill Towns with. Nice memories gone, don’t like changes.
Change is part of life, though.
But not always for the better.
I still look for the forests that are now home after home. So glad to have the memories I do.
There is comfort is good memories.
Indeed there are 🙂
Ah, I really like this one, Len. That wind! We all know it.
Yes, it blows on all of our streets.