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The Parking Lot People
A sudden raincloud and before you can take shelter it has taken us all within.
You can't make out anything from a far distance.
The rain falling in broad daylight.
Reflections oscillate on the pavement and the lights turn up.
Mid-day but on the verge of night.
Forever is the vast dominion of the night as it casts the evergrowing grass like the warm sun.
Dandelions in the cracks of the parking lot.
Nothing but pot holes where the rain falls in giving way to minnows.
And when the rain stops you can see from the gills a struggle to breathe the last breath.
And wouldn't you know it?
The one time of the year I left my house.
What new wonders?
Walking along the highway for hours among hours.
I think to myself, I have never made it this far.
You must ask yourself; what other splendors await us the further we reach?
And you hear it all in the wind where everyone travels in the end.
