Yesterday, In A Parking Lot

Watch out, the corners of our eyes are in danger of being nakedly exposed. Evening dropped out of the sky a lot quicker today. A slap-dashing gush of last minutes, as shoppers charged around each other. The season demands good cheer and a tightly wrapped hysertia. The shop lights pull us in, but out here where the cars are edging in and out, rear mirrors and on-board computers are our only life rafts. We dodge the rushing shadows, still wincing from the too happy laughter, backing away ever so carefully and as hurriedly as we dare, into the electronically flickering night.