Down a wandering alley
with patches of asphalt removed
is an old-timey pharmacy
hidden from view.
Through its dusty windows
emptied of display
is a wall of glass jars
labels faded to gray.
The jars are different sizes
different colors too.
You press in to admire
the ambers and cobalt blues.
Reluctantly, you pull away
you have other things to do
but the feeling lingers
and f*** it, you buy the place!
Well, it wasn’t that easy. . .
You had to find the owner
who was 20 years dead.
Had to hire a lawyer
before you were in over your head
to purge all the legal skeletons
that may have been left behind.
A down payment made, the keys in your hand.
Then the real work began.
The knob and tube needed rewiring.
The galvanized pipes removed.
The mess it made of the plaster walls,
made you cringe with every move
until the drop ceiling came down
unveiling a nearly untouched tin ceiling.
It was worth the extra to refurbish the floor
and repair and paint the walls.
Though the store room still makes you shutter
you pulled it all together and open
Apothecary Teas and Bookery.
Refreshing herbal tonics
and rescued antique books
that sooth a restless soul
whisking it away from this messy world
for a well deserved while.
And thus begins a new A to Z Challenge. I put pen to paper on 3/17/20 to begin this poem and didn’t finish until 3/30/20. I didn’t know where to take the shuttered pharmacy and the original gander was something darker but it fell flat.
So I thought “F*** it. I’ll try making it happier.”
Thank you for stopping by and reading! I hope it took you to a better place, if only for a few moments.
Also support your local businesses. This is a difficult time for them too!