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.