I visited Sachel's for the first time in winter
the bus outside looked cool and cold
amidst the rows of the left behind and refashioned
the bottle caps and plastic adornments reflected the lights strewn about
and the color clutter of the back seemed strangely nostalgic for dime store days.
juvenilia perpetated for 10 cents a pop.
We waited for pizza in a room of sonoma palate,
dusty reds, yellows, and faded greens
mixed with the bright outcasts of pearls and beads.
Framed by rectangles and lines, we ate off circles until only one triangle was left.
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