never driven into the city
and parked
without
getting a ticket
on the street,
perhaps one yearly
since 1972.
no matter the signage,
the yellow
curb,
the white curb,
the meters
and other restrictions
noted on
the wide long
sign, listing
such things as street cleaning
every
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday,
there it is, blowing like
a pink
leaf on
the windshield.
a ticket,
not a warning.
cha ching.
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