Sonnet Zm31bM426
The asphalt covered parking lot
is saturated from late winter snow,
early spring rains and dreams
of meeting a prince and his mistress,
from Cooper’s hawk crying
atop budding sycamores branches
for advice from diminutive mates
left with droll, domestic chores
and from old friends with new lovers
who now discover they no longer
need you the way they once did
when grief was heavier than rain or snow
and parking lots were loftier
than the abandoned hearts of nobility.
ky li
3.20.15/6:51am
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