The paved parking lot,
A square, asphalt, black,
Flat, going on and on
Into the streets and beyond
This is civilization!
I thought, civilization,
And marching in, I use the thought
Like breadcrumbs strewn before the lost….
My purpose is overcome, but this thought
Serves to place a shuffling foot before the other
I enter the store and
When leaving.
Gift the thought more of my inner world…,
The asphalt is what we are,
The drive in, the drive out,
We shop, we leave ….
We live on
That’s what we do
It’s our thing,
We survive at all costs
Or for the least we can get away for
Then I recall a young man
Who said to me, “The school is
Like a big store, class to class,
Aisle to aisle, take a little,
Give nothing in return…
But school is the same just like all the world
Has been and always will be…
….There is always a fee….
From asphalt to the school comment,
I wince, shut my eyes, and open
Them to asphalt and to millions coming,
Going, be it to stores or schools.
I shut my eyes,
Longer this time,
I am not exempt …
By no means ….
