Stationary
on a lonesome
summer day
in a parked lot
of packed cars
saw a silver shield
against the wind
sealing out the sun
and splattered rain
gray shadows
formed and fell
cross a cradle
in the car
a driver in distress
no cash to close
the gaping mouth
above the baby’s head
so sticky tape
would have to do
to cover that unholy spew
and hide the painful view
of windshield wipers whipping
back and forth
spitting out the water
on the car to the left
and to the right
where no drops of rain fell
from hood to hood
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