My Favorite Parking Space
Five days each week I beat the rush,
avoiding confrontation's invitation,
returning to my convenient place,
as a fox to a favorite urban den.
The pavement radiates in summer's glow,
like steam rising from morning's coffee cup.
The open parking spot beckons ahead,
my chosen routine in sunrise's hour.
I recognize old stains on either side,
where others littered without remorse.
My sigh replaces engine's faithful sound,
a soft signal to open driver's door.
This fifteen minute uneventful drive,
in the quiet hour before I work,
makes me admire again the symmetry
of my car in its normal parking space.
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