Candy Shop - Day 9

 Goldenberg's Peanut Chews

Freedom is a pride

in what we're not:

not milksoft nor fullsized.

Not part of a thrice-

bought empire. Inside

we are a short road

of Roman concrete, growing

harder as we settle. We

are not repaired, proud

of the potholes winter chews

through us. When liberty left

home, we got the cradle

on consignment, birthed 

plush chimeras to whip 

batteries at the visitors.

We are not done, even if

it's just the sticky bits

wedged deep in wisdom

teeth. History didn't hear

no bell.