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Ode to the PortLand Malt Shoppe
WHAT ALL FILLING STATIONS
DREAM OF BECOMING
the girl said "1921" with conviction
informing moms and their toddlers,
sleepy teens, wayfaring early migrants,
of this ancient guilty pleasure's age
"enticing" or "enchanting" capture more
than simple savory delights or cool rewards
for a long drive north, a day's travails,
or a winter's worth of unthawed patience
neither rainbow flavors on two small boards,
nor beachy green and white striped eyelids
can upstage the tawny concrete embrace
of a seasoned, humble, friendly red brick heart
its siren call used to draw me ceaselessly,
my idiosyncratic order known within;
in recent years, a reverent wait enhances
just three stops: early, middle and one late
no more fossil fuel, no more a fossil -
its eyes invite our easy daily pilgrimage;
deep into these warming nights we're called:
a languid neon summer metaphor: "Open"
By Phil Fitzpatrick
Duluth, MN
Ice Cream Queen
PortLand Malt Shoppe is the ice cream queen
with malts in luxurious pinks and greens.
Made with chocolate chips and cocoa beans,
they're the biggest malts you've ever seen!
Here in Duluth, where can you go
for praline pecan and cookie dough?
Where servers scoop at a steady flow,
it's the PortLand Malt Shoppe, don't you know?
Sugar cones piled with mint chocolate chip
and chocolate malts that are worth a tip.
You'll fall in love after just one sip.
Now don't you think that's worth the trip?
By Meg Preston
PortLand Moments
We love to see the children
Laughing and licking their cones
We love to see families together
Hugging and happy in line
We love to see the puppies
Running and wagging around the crowd
We love to see our crew happy
Smiling and singing as they scoop
We love to see the lovers kiss
Savoring and sipping their malts
We love to see the sunset and the moon rise
Signaling and closing the summer days
We love to rise each morning
To the pleasure and promise of the day
We love to open each season
Welcoming and ready to play
By Sandra Ettestad
Poetry for the soul.
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