Parking Lot Sunset
The Beauty in an Errand
Sometimes I will challenge myself to find a random stupid prompt. I googled one and found one that said: “write a love poem about a parking lot”.
The fading sun hits the pavement.
In just the right way
We slow down to pick a spot
Evening of the day
You’ve had it rough
Work was tiresome at best
Then tasks of home
Leave us both with little rest
You’re looking for a space
I’m looking at my phone
The song on the radio
Plays the sounds of home
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You put the car in park
Then a quick turn of the key
You’re in a rush to get out
Because you really have to pee
As I step out, I see the sunset
Run my fingers through my hair
I know you’re in a hurry
And I promise that I care
But I can’t help my comment
The sky is making me feel free
I turn to see you waiting
Hand out, smiling at me
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