I pass her everyday
and when I do I smile nostalgically.
Her earthy scent and mysterious wares
entice me to investigate.
Will I be tempted by the bag of lady-bugs?
Will I try breaking my heart with another tomato seedling?
Or...
shall I merely peruse her aisles of BBQ accessories?
Will I feed my prism starved eyes
with millions of multi-colored glass garden globes?
No.
I pass her by.
She is a temptress.
I whisper, "Ace is the place."
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