Lost in Spaces

Toody and Muldoon probably had problems finding their car, too.

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I’m confident that in this lot

I’ll find my auto’s parking spot

although, perhaps—and this I fear—

it may be here, but maybe not.

I’ve wandered up and down each tier

yet haven’t found it far or near.

My bunions have begun to ache

for I’ve been searching half a year.

So, restlessly, as my keys shake

I wave them in the air to make

my car call out, to scream and beep

“I’m Here! I’m Here! For goodness sake!”

As through this parking lot I creep

the heart within me starts to weep;

can I untie this Gordian knot,

somnambulistically asleep?

By Ken Gosse

From: United States