Drug Mart
By Ariyon at the Goodrich-Gannett Neighborhood Center
I see people walking out the store.
The memories of my uncle Gary when he took my cousin and I there.
I hear the cashier opening the cash register giving change back to customers and people on the phone talking.
I taste the cookies and chips that I buy.
I smell the gas leaking from someone’s car.
I touch the shelves and the pop that I buy.