Patterns and Parking
It’s morning.
You can hear palm tress
scraping across the grey
parking structure
Resting on the corner.
There, inside,
from top to bottom
he covers it.
Broom and dust pan
in hand
raking in what’s left
in the previous night.
He doesn’t mind the bottles.
couldn’t care less
about the coffee cups.
But he prays he never sees
early birds flocking
into the sleepy lot
to nest their cars inside.
Breaking his pattern,
blowing his flow.
Many won’t notice the trash,
but he would know
and that nagging thought
would assuredly
follow him home.
©2024 Chuck Harp All rights reserved.
Chuck is a winner of the Mad Cave Studios Talent Hunt. In 2022 he released his fourth poetry collection, People Watching. He published two works of fiction and multiple comics both online and print. His newest musical poetry project, Letters From The Lookout, released with the collective, Katcheen Tongues.