in the lot,
the small tight neighborhood,
they slow you
down
from ten to five miles per hour.
the little green
men with their plastic flags
are on the edge
of every curb.
you couldn't speed
if you wanted to.
but every thirty feet or so
there's a mound
of concrete you have to
go over slow
or scrape the bottom of
your car,
and get a tow.
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