“My Shoes So Un-Knightly” Tanka 816

I never bought shoes

from “Knight’s” store downtown Sanford:

that make me so bad?

 

Old next-door JC Penny’s

with its pneumatic tubes – YES!*

 

  • (Before the now-mostly defunct department store J.C. Penny & Co. moved from America’s downtowns in the late 1960s and early 1970s the iconic store was on First Street in a burg of about 6- to 10-thousand.  The accounting and payables department was in a loft above the brick buildings only floor shopping area.  A clerk would write up the ticket, put the money, check or whatever in the plastic tube and place that tube into a long plastic holder that was hoisted above ground level and pneumatically carried to the loft: the return receipt came back the same way.  So charming.  I remained fascinated enough watching mom and dad endure the ritual that when I was in junior high and high school before the store moved – first to a shopping strip center and much later to a mall well out-of-town – I would make sure two or three times a year to spend some cash at Penny’s.  Sadly, for a Sanford boy bare feet were preferred and yielded Monday through Fridays nine months a year and Sundays – and sometimes Saturdays – on church and special occasions.  And then came basketball, track, tennis and The Beach.  Tennie-pumps and sneakers and Flip Flops!  Flip Flops.  All the more reason to bypass Knight’s and hit good ol’e J.C.!)

“Touchton’s Drugs Warm Wall – A Tale Told Twice!”

Brisk chill walk downtown

to bask before Touchton’s wall

where old men gathered.

 

Wait just a fine ‘sec’:

did you ;just call me old, man?

Here: have a mirror!

 

 

 

 

“The Swift Crow Keeps The Bread!”

Race for ‘The Bread’ flies

through and over Sanford streets –

crow has a big slice!

“Sanford Moves This Morning”

Arterial Sanford:

cars, trucks, bikes, cycles and ‘peds’

pulse through city streets.

“Sanford Sweat”

wiping Sanford off

my brow – from hill to lake’s shore

a welcome sunwalk

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Sunrise from East Boat Basin, Lake Monroe Marine, Lake Monroe, Sanford, Florida.

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“Our Two Coasts Sea-Breezes” Tanka 229

Marching from Tampa

cotton dumplings promise rain

if East SeaBreeze comes

 

In the meantime, martial clouds

beat the tube for show-n-tell!

 

 

“The Ballad of Jeff Triplett” Tanka 212

Sanford’s second term

mayor out at two a.m.

now  hep to the scene!

 

Gets two guns stuck in his face

and boss ride stolen by kids!

Found Scribbled on the inside and backside covers of a David Weber paperback

“Something About Sanford”

 

Along its curved path from Spanish bell towers to silent

vigiling angels who’ve fought in our wars,

this Melon-slice of Monroe’s Lake

comes slowly to life, like many of us,

ignoring or, at best, appeasing the sun’s full-throated roar

behind shading pillars and fangled new porch swings.

 

Dew-dropped diamonds under a lightly speckled sky –

centaurs gallop across the view as sail yatchits slumber

on a mirror-scape, a hinted shimmer its only giveaway:

a succulent late Spring in Sanford between mulberries and muscadines

and old terrorist time sheds still-abandoned hibiscus

after the great azalea massacre of yesteryear just a park up the street,

and friends old and new push past this piece of tannic heaven.

“But It Sounds So Darn Good! Tennessee Truffles Opens Dors In Sanford”

add pickled ramps to

a fancy cream-corn side dish:

justifies a sawbuck?

“Canoes, Umbrellas, Galoshes”

Sun-washed slumber-city,

mid-May’s parting gift from Spring:

Summer rains early!