A Working Life
During the day
there might be three cars
parked at different places
anywhere on the block.
But at midnight there isn’t
a parking spot in sight
after everyone gets
home from work and
pulls into their spot.
Under the street lights
the cars are lined up tight
one behind the other
like prisoners on a
chain gang halted by
a badge and bullhorn.
In the morning
the horn sounds again
and the cars go back to work.
Donal Mahoney
