A Year of Poems – Day 96

I believe life hinges on parking lots.
Reaching the pinnacle of Everest,
finding ourselves along the Amazon,
those places hold no traffic in our hearts
The mountains change us and then we return
to the world of concrete and parking lots.
Parking lots intersect us with neighbors,
at odd times, when we least want to be there.
They back into our lives aware or not
of the inconvenience they present. How
I park alongside you as your neighbor,
well, that will change our days more than mountains

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