excitement was scented with white linen spray, crushed, black, leather and peppermints

my cheek dotted by the soft pink of grams’ good lipstick

gramps’ smile serenaded by tenor songs and pockets jingling with keys

sneaking the twenty dollar bill in a whisper on grams neck regarding burgers and barbies

visited the chilly, cherry colored booth with pure vanilla bean malts, perfectly salte and crinkle cut fries

descriptions of the white blouse that never existed or disappeared between seasons

dime for the pay phone to call for the ride home

standing on the sidewalk waiting for the winter wonderland to arrive

© michele mitchell, 2014

Poetry prompt: http://www.pw.org/writing-prompts-exercises/Jan-28-2014/what-the-eye-cant-see

Photo credit: flickr.com

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