Wednesday, April 14, 2010

In the late afternoon sun
I walk across the parking lot
willing my middle aged brain
to find where I left my vehicle.

I look up to realize
I am surrounded
by cars.

They hover
like giant square bees,
their turn signals nervously blinking.
Each one is certain
that they are the
anointed successor
to my soon to be vacated parking space.

11 comments:

TACParent said...

Oh no! Great, great use of metaphors (is that what I mean???). At either rate, it came to life for me and I "was there." Super poem.

Dymphna said...

Thanks. Yeah, these cars really do hover around me when I try to find my car. They really are like giant bumble bees.

Matt D said...

Neat!

Dymphna said...

Thanks!

Friko said...

you have made a poem out of a parking lot, remarkable.

S.L. Corsua said...

This is a unique scene to portray, and via an exceptional analogy, too. :) Kudos. Cheers.

Dymphna said...

Thanks so much!

emmettwheatfall.com said...

A wonderful poem. Bravo!

Dymphna said...

Thank you, Emmett!

Kay said...

haha... love it! Been in both places :)

Dymphna said...

Thanks, Kay!

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