I walked up Walnut past the Corner Drug and, standing-
In for The First National Bank was a dog parlor with cute
Little doghouses where the tellers used to sit. Leona’s
Dry Goods had stood its ground with rolls of exotic prints
Still around. Leona was leaning over the counter measuring
A piece of wool. Sensing my presence and, without looking
Up, broke into a shining smile. When our eyes met It didn’t
Matter that the Tellers had been re-placed, her face was all
That I had missed.
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