parking space

After a bunch of reverses and retries
I parallel parked the Lexus in the spot
right in front of the door to the Rolex store.
Convenient. Time saver.

The guy was lying on the pavement
just beside the BMW behind me,
hooked around a wrought iron flower stand,
clumsily, dreamily avoiding two cops
who were carefully trying to lift him
and stow him in the double-parked ambulance
that had impeded my parking manoeuver.

They were having trouble because
he was soft, like limp rubber;
he was having trouble because
he could not find horizontal;
I was having trouble
because I knew right then that time
was more real measured by heartbeats.

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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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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