Anne Fleming

A Kelowna Poem

Mr. Krusty’s Bakery

As long as it stayed open, I could
laugh, I mean, who’s
going to go in there and
buy something to put in their
mouths?
I was going to take
a picture, send
it to my friends:
See? See? See
what kind of
ugly strip malls,
what idiot
so-called
business-
people?
Now
it’s gone: empty slot
in strip mall’s grin.
Sorry, Mr. Krusty.
I never went
in.

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