On the side of a gravel road,
it sits,
newly painted,
bright orange
and tilting towards the ground,
an old country grocery store;
The front is covered
with settled, grey gravel dust;
I was five
when my sister
first walked me
down the gravel road
to Middlebrook grocery,
The Orange Store;
But I grew into an adult
And the road grew into a major route;
The Orange Store
sits with old gravel dust
and a new exhaust film
in between a trailer park
and a shopping mall
and across from a mini-mart;
Old orange paint chips,
no longer bright,
lay among the gravel
that is only in the parking lot;
And yet I still walk there
