Park (October)

October parks uppermost on the nature strip, boulder wheels making statements that almost killed the council sapling. Towers of parking mount to the sky and spiral into the earth. Rows of tin gods, crumpletude untested, await their believers’ return from shopping shoppppppping. Reverse is the art hotheads seldom master. Local stickers signal random line sense and thoughtlessandless angleness. Driveways go week nights bumper to bumpersticker, silent about land grabs, spot hustles, traffic fines, and incipient road rage. Inelegant buses tend to get their way, take whatever’s going spacewise. The dreamer in the fairway is towed away to wake up fined.