The cars honk for no reason other
than having been manufactured
to honk upon their being abandoned
for five or ten honking minutes
between coffees and donuts.

Not every store around the parking lot
appeals to every customer looking
to spend five or ten odd minutes
poking or prodding at merchandise
most are simply invisible.

Walking through is what we do
when we are not behind the wheel
it is a way of feeling our Achilles
and up through calf and knee to hip
until attention snaps back into place.

How close can you get your car
to the front door of your chosen
destination to minimize your
hike into wherever your wallet
wants to be pulled out and opened?

In the time it takes to witness
brick upon brick of economy being laid
staggered and tiered upon fresh mortar
you could have escaped.


About mrsorenson

NOT my president
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