When strip malls are declared
An endangered architectural resource,
The experts will come here,
To Paul’s Plaza, aside Route 6,
In a small city, once a textile town,
In Piedmont Carolina.
My wife is at Good Hair Day.
I wait in the car
On a morning when the Dow is down,
Conducting a survey:
Several customers for Tahitian Tan,
None for the Scientific Skin Care Center.
One slot vacant, ripe for a tax preparer.
Lots of cars, mostly older,
At the Internet Sweepstakes (it is 2011);
Sangre de Cristo Southwest Cuisine
Coming soon where the sushi bar
National Gaming Software Technologies.
Two nails salons and a laundromat,
Cell phone repair, toner refill.
Behind each tinted glass door,
A dream of sorts,
A need, an opportunity
Someone thought they saw.
This poem first appeared in the Faircloth Review (February 2012).
Used here with the author’s permission.