Finally, a new poem…

Yesterday’s Doughnuts

Inside Nappy’s Hometown Grocery

she stands with a frail hand

holding the package close to her face

to make out the words Bear Claw,

while her other hand grips

the cart filled with expired items

the lazy bag boy pushed

near to the door just this morning.

Out in the parking lot

Old Jim circles in his blue black Dodge,

tailgate gone, fan belt squealing,

exhaust pipe dragging,

sometimes it makes sparks.

Julie Eger 2010