Dragged out to parking lot

never to chill another beverage in the sandwich shop.

I recall the promises made to us

and the dull light, the resonance, the baleful wind.

Pull Up to the Bumper

We can catalog all the house colors from the curb.

Slightly off balancing act

Your blue gray structure loomed over our bagged lunch.

Soft, soft seat

Covered in black hide and yellow leaves. We searched your dark recesses for spare change.

It wasn't the most inconspicuous vehicle

but by then you had already sold the rights to your life story.

It was an errand that needed to be run

The cart was packed. An umbrella perched atop your head like a large brimmed hat.