Sunday, May 09, 2004

arena parking lot

a wide open space, a few trees on the edge
rows and rows of empty parking lot, windy sky above
kids in a car in the middle, waiting to make a deal
or smoking something, hiding in plain sight
or waiting for me to finish walking by
so they can do donuts or squeal

ah, my home, i'll not forsake you-
quiet and empty though you may be now
i saw the flower of promise, bright and unfolding
between cracks of cement at night-
it's not over yet,
though the visitors' buses are long gone,
the sunrise brings another season

tl, 5/9/04

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