Once upon a time there was a sweet shop
that always ran away from home.
The tall jars rattled from town to town, novelty
lollies fell out of arrangement and the bell above
the door tinkled across the land. Even the most
pleasant high streets and arcades
became depressing or awkward after a while.
The shop really only enjoyed those times,
in a new place, when new faces on new
bodies would touch
its clean wide windows and enter with such
excitement. It loved each second
before boredom
when delicate fingers ran across its crazy shelves.