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Parking Lot

February 2021
Barbara Leeds

For eleven months now
No cars
No employees
Just me

In the distance
      Mount Hamilton
      Shows off a new white hat
Along the side of the lot
      A strip of roses
      Radiates sweetness
At my feet
      Feisty little tufts of grass
      Poke up through cracks in the asphalt

Alone in the parking lot
I shove my mask
Into a pocket
And breathe deep

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