Memories.

what i remember best were
the orderly rows of bicycles and the scooters
and the aisles you could walk down.
i wish i could be back there, in that office,
smelling of dog and faint cigars.
the bicycle hanging from the ceiling in the repair shop
and the hundreds of kinds of tools
and nuts and bolts
hanging from racks covering the walls.
i miss the homey feeling, the welcoming air of the place,
the knowledge that out back, through the dark
maze of bike parts and rubber tires,
was a wonderland of cardboard boxes waiting to be made
into something amazing.

something i would never have thought for a million years
that i would miss so much as i miss it right now. i miss
that place, those walls, that scent, that feeling of
home.