Bogart, Gable, and Davis,
hot buttery popcorn, cool icy soda,
fumbled caresses and stolen kisses.
The only reality, our own adolescence,
with (what was his name?)
Round and Round on squeeky stool
The jars a rainbowed blur,
as the man behind the counter,
nods and smiles,
while wrinkled hands stir and blend.
Eager fingers search for the copper pennies,
that were earned that day
from empty pop bottles returned.
A mumbled "thank you" and out the door,
to sample the sugery treats from the candy store.
Copyright 1977 by Carol E. Smith
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