(NaPoWriMo Day#25)
A few remaining cars sparsely fill
The parking lot at evening’s rush hour
Their owners work a few hours more
For the luxury to drive them homeShe stares at the hood of her’s
Admiring the beauty of yellow-green
Tree pollen dusted perfectly across
The candy apple red mirageForgotten memories of past springs
Spring back into consciousness
Thoughts of days of laughter, smiles
And hearts traced in fresh pollenShe sighs with a sorrowful smile
Gently opens the door of the car
Careful not to disturb the dust
And closes the door gently
I love the imagery in your second stanza: ‘the beauty of yellow-green Tree pollen dusted perfectly across the candy apple red mirage’. Especially the use of the word ‘mirage’ – I never would have picked that word, but it works very well.
Vinny
August 30th, 2008