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A Drive in the Park

I was leaving the park as the sun rose,
driving tranquilly as other early arrivals
ambled sleepily through the parking lot.
A woman complained about my car.
“I hate hybrids! You can’t hear them coming!”
I, on the other hand, could hear her clearly,
windows up as they were against the morning chill.
“Woman, “ I might have said, “see how you are.
You’re in a parking lot, not the park.
Commute with cars before you commune with nature.”

--Kenneth M., Adult