there is no meter,
no sign
as to how long you can
stay
and park
your life
next to hers.
there is no yellow
curb,
or posting
telling you when
to leave.
there is only
her in a white dress
standing in
the window waving
you in, saying, that's
a good spot,
that's fine.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
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