I may do a whole series of poems comprised of things I've seen through the windshield of my car... (Or maybe I won't. Who knows?)
Warning: High Car Prowl Area
By the lake in the city park
watch for suspicious activity,
low clouds, gray skies,
gray everywhere, more accurately,
because of the parking lot
and how the lake reflects
weather, pavement, feathers
of the bodies of migrating geese.
Warning: High Car Prowl Area
By the lake in the city park
watch for suspicious activity,
low clouds, gray skies,
gray everywhere, more accurately,
because of the parking lot
and how the lake reflects
weather, pavement, feathers
of the bodies of migrating geese.
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(You know me -- i love Kapow-style endings.)