Rack of Ages

Where are tiny corner stores
Selling Green Lantern for a dime?
Candy bars a nickel,
Jawbreakers two a penny?

What of paperboys on bicycles?
Arms cocking and fly casting
Ink smeared Chronicles
Into hedges and milk bottles?

They pedal through pine smoke,
Parks of maple and fire cherry;
An echoing smack of a wooden bat
Tells of one, anxious and weary,
Who’s safe at home at last.