A white SUV drove inside,
Parking way in back to abide…
Insignia’d door
I’d not seen before,
They stayed there–I lengthened my stride.
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When I was closing in,
They decided to move again…
With a sweeping turn
Some rubber was burned,
They didn’t want me talking to them.
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Took the long way around
And left without sound…
Yellow flashers
Was that a gesture
That they didn’t like giving ground?
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I thought I could be shot,
But…it’s MY parking lot…
A man with a cane
May be insane,
This territory is mine–theirs not!
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–Jonathan Caswell