Taken to solace in parking lots,
solidarity amongst the empty spots
and lonely lines.
Divided in indecision,
searching for a space to call mine.
Slowly becoming the beehive–
stinging with activity.
Swarming all around, a huzzahing frenzy.
Eventually receding, dim humdrum,
vast desolation is home again.
Time stands still in the vacant lot;
lost sanctuary of lore.
Betwixt night’s surreptitious kiss
and dawn’s hazy lullaby–
pavement speaks of forgotten times.
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