Parking Lot
they took
the track
where the
old guy
in the tan sedan
got out
and walked
his quota
they took
the track
where the
heavy-set crew
adjusted their pace
to the breath
it takes to talk
on the phone
they took
the track
where the
teenagers
run their race
and fly over
orange cones
they took
the track
where the off-duty
let off steam
patrol pounds
they took
the track
where the children
were at
the ones who
skipped ahead
and left a laugh
a hoot, a holler
they took
the track
where the sun
would rise
and set
where the rain
would drip
and drizzle
where the wind
would whip
chap the lip
where the puffs
were cubes
and the surface
fried an egg
they took
the track
where all those soles
came and went
they took
the track
dug it up
and dumped it out
in piles
turned the oval
square
so they could
park there
they took
the track
and replaced it
with that
and the old guy
the talkers
the teens
the off-duty
the kids
the jogger
we ain’t been back
‘cause they took
the track
thanks a
lot
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