RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Parking Lot - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Empty cars sitting in the parking lot, looking forlorn, lost and abandoned for other pursuits during the day.
Each one holding belongings of their owners, responsible in every way, yet left alone constantly in the hot sun.
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