Parking Space
Traffic jams
define the divine
and the mundane.
Their long peak
hours mix the sacred
and the profane.
And with grateful awe, we see as a miracle,
as a beatific vision and spectacle,
the slightest hint
there is, the elusive
faintest trace
of this city's
rarest gem: a vacant
parking space!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2017
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