Henny And Bee

The way back machine
has spotted Henny and Bee

the dust along Hidalgo Street
the Shanafelt junkyard

and even further back
the tent-covered roller rink

eons before Vaughn Street
was extended

that crush I had on Bee
was never meant to be

oh how my heart ached
and schemed

and melted like ice cream
but the past is past

and even the way back machine
shakes & trembles & falls apart