parking lot is wide open
i still prefer to park away
i love walking a distance
gives me that time to think
plus i see these lovely cars
showing off their mystique
there were lost fenders too
bang-up rear panels; mirrors
flat tires; expired motor decals
overturned trashcans and more
i keep moving 'til i smell sea
i know i'm where i will be today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem