Monday, February 15, 2016

The five and dime store

When I miss the delight
of shopping
at the old-fashioned
five and dime store,
I take a stroll
through the local
Dollar General
for a quick fix
of childhood

made everything possible
for this brown-eyed girl
with two quarters in her pocket
and a hefty imagination
the confines of main street.

Pacing aisle upon aisle
stocked with
pink plastic diaries
shiny barrettes
packs of bobby pins
even cheap My Sin cologne,
I pretended I was having
lunch at a chic café
and not
a tuna fish on rye
with a coke
at the counter
by a weary waitress
in a salmon pink uniform.