For Terry Who Put Money In Expired Parking Meters For Strangers Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Running the gauntlet between indifferent meter maids prepared to dish out fines or not
Terry pops change into the parking meters of those who have lost track of time and have not returned to their vehicles

Bicycle sell-out is like interbreeding
It couldn't happen to those who lives are stationary and secure
This is just another prank (when viewed against the normal nonsense they pull)

But this is more than just a prank
Everyone recognizes order but hates the enforcement of this order as well as those who enforce it

Clipped lip uncertainty, too confused for gratitude
She stuffs the groceries in the passenger seat and smiles to herself as as she drives away
Terry nimbly darted among the meters and then nimbly recounts this later, chair pushed back, first round already finished