Ours
Ours
There are vintage looking posters in the windows
And they’re probably not old
But I’d almost believe you
If you said they were.
They’re next to organic candles
From the raspberry farm down the road.
Each window gets a wreath
Hanging covering
Almost the whole window,
Lights and red berries and wet snow
Covering it.
And there’s tall grass planted in the pots out front
It looks somehow alive
Defying winter.
The store hours are printed on one side of the glass door
And scrap paper is taped to the other side
With a sharpied note
And I already know it says something
About the shortened hours due to Christmas tree light malfunction
Something like that.
It’s our general store,
With the gas pump out front
Ice cream stains on creaking floorboards,
It’s ours.
The Voice
February 2026
January Tomorrow Project Award
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