August 3, 2007


Jimmy’s corner store. Aisles narrow as a snake hole.
But another hole appeared, and swallowed the store whole. Now just a field of dirt, debris, disgust.
“Where’d Jimmy go?? I asked an old man.
“Jimmy B? Gone. Dead and buried. Store followed close behind.?
Damn, yet another institution dusted.

Posted by wrjacobs at August 3, 2007 2:21 PM