Leavenworth

The front
Was once
A grocery store
And the back
A tiny Kitchen
Packed with
Women
Who served Sunday
Dinner
Piping hot
Who’d slap your hands
If you dared trespass

But now you
Can’t even see the
For sale sign

Unless you force the issue

And if you
Force the issue
You
Might as well
Steal a brick
Before they’re
All gone
Just like everyone
Who used to live here

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