I saw my black whale today
once again parked in my spot;
the driver never seems to surface
but i know he/she/it is there,
circling deep down below,
toying with and taunting me,
waiting until my distracted eyes turn,
only then coming up for air,
and escape.
They’re like the moby dick of parking. Except maybe just the dick part.
I live this…every time I move my car.