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.