Prompt: popular culture
Cherries
The clumsy Victorian where I gave
away my cherry & received one
in return (sweetened by innocence
& eagerness) nearly half a century
ago, has been defaced by white
vinyl siding, its heavy grace
erased.
As I passed, the car
radio proclaimed “Just somebody
that I used to know.”
I stopped
at the Dairy Queen (same one,
same place) a few blocks from
the old high school & ordered
a chocolate shake and a long
dog (“Now All Beef!”) with
everything.
Striped toppings:
ketchup
mustard
relish
onions
each in a bright, clean line.
The shake capped
with whipped cream
& a cherry.
It wasn’t the same.
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