Ten a Penny

The front door is locked.
The back? Yes, and bolted.
The last time you stopped by
you seemed so angry that
I wouldn't open it.
No matter.

The bars on the window are
comfortably spaced --
they let in the light
when the sun shines down
on this bright earth.
No matter.

I remember that candy --
round and flat and tooth-aching --
we could buy at the cornershop
ten for a penny.