The Parking Lot Poem by Cynthia Jobin
The Parking Lot
I fear the
parking lot
like fish. Not
that I fear
fish, only the
peculiar silence of
resting, snub-nosed
in the colors of their pee
as once my goldfish
died, waiting
for whatever happens
to be over
hanging still
and dingy
in his little sea.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
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