To the Parking Lot Beside the Bank at Wellington and Huron that I’ve Walked Through More than 7,000 Times
Sunday, March 1st 2009
by Anita Lahey
You’re no sidewalk. No hardwood floor. No loon-inhabited
lake. I bisect you corner-to-corner, dodging bumpers
and windshield glare. You’re a flake of night sky with spit,
gum and oil sprinkled over you like refugees
among the constellations. You lie between me and good
coffee, home and the 86 bus. (more…)
