the dime store
had yellow tiled floors,
stairs with iron rails
going down.
a counter for grilled
cheese sandwiches
and shakes.
behind it a long mirror
where you could watch
yourself on a stool
spin around.
everything
anyone ever needed
in their life
was there. just ask,
and you'd be
led to the shelf
where it waited for
you to purchase and carry
it home in a brown
paper bag.
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