Will’s Poetry Blog

(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 home

She stares at the hood of her’s
Admiring the beauty of yellow-green
Tree pollen dusted perfectly across
The candy apple red mirage

Forgotten memories of past springs
Spring back into consciousness
Thoughts of days of laughter, smiles
And hearts traced in fresh pollen

She sighs with a sorrowful smile
Gently opens the door of the car
Careful not to disturb the dust
And closes the door gently

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