parking lot

it still isn’t summer
girls aren’t sashaying
skin everywhere
between the cars
and little kids
with families aren’t dumping
ice cream upsidedown
in car interiors
and parents aren’t
shouting at them

It’s just a cold
night in May
and we’re flirting
with frost
instead of girls
and it’s my heart
in the dumps

in this parking lot

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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