Burned Down Mini-Mart
Driving fast down E Street.
The same way every day. Wait.
Charcoal clouds swarming softly,
silent. Silver diamonds holding
black bricks and dusty dirt.
Ancient memories of McFee’s Mini-Mart,
days of chocolate malts,
bubble-gum cigarettes,
teeter-totters, swing sets,
childhood walks from school
and the day a coffee pot
caused it all to disappear.
More Arts&Culture » Poet's Corner
Your mouth is as tempting as a fairy-tale apple
A poem by Cynthia Linville of Sacramento.
Published on 04.07.11