Romeo Naces Poet Limerick

Sacred, Profane

Gnarled traffic defines the divine and the mundane
     and its peak hours mix the sacred with the profane:

                the slightest, faintest trace
                  of a vacant parking space

        is seen as nothing less than a great miracle,
              beatific vision, ecstatic spectacle!

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Phyllis Babcock July 8, 2008 at 9:54 AM A great description of the rat race of rush hour traffic. Luck to find that empty space to park in. Glad I live in a smaller city. Parking is not to much of a problem. God Bless Phyl