Cemetery Parking Lot
Cemetery Parking Lot
the space near the front
door – near push
carts – near blue
light specials – near a
lady from the salvation
army, ringing a bell –
swinging a red bucket,
half smiling, tilting
her hat – half smiling –
near double doors –
at the front entrance to
K-Mart…
I want to wait inside
our car – where a
cemetery surrounds
the hospital on the hill,
behind garbage bins –
near employee parking
where you can smoke –
I want to wait inside
the car while you
purchase paper towels,
toilet paper, garbage
bags, soap, and fabric
softener –
I wait in the car play
with the crank out window,
slip my fingers over
the steering wheel –
feel where a horn plays
music, feel a knob
which turns on the windshield
wipers – a knob –
to twist for headlights –
I wait in the car – remove
my shoes, toes touch a
brown – thicker – carpet
you replaced after you
spilled paint from a
hardware store
I wait inside the car –
blow on windows draw
stick figures on glass –
blow on windows draw
houses, balloons and
cats…
I wait inside the car,
cover my legs with your
old navy blanket, rest
my head on a padded
armrest – closed my
eyes
and I wait inside the
car – falling asleep –
listening to a bell held
by a half-smiling lady
near double doors –
opposite the cemetery
where you were laid
to rest.
Nancy Denofio
I love this poem. Wonderfully written and extremely poignant!
Candice, as you have known I was out of site for awhile due to work and other things which involved life. I am so pleased you enjoyed this, and hopefully you had a chance to see others, read them… and love Angie’s Diary too.
Sincerely, Nancy
Great details. Brings us right inside!
Thanks John – yes, I can feel everything as if I were there tonight. Memory is a powerful thing, and detail is even more so. Can’t wait to see you in August at the Cafe, I here you are teaching somewhere locally? Is this correct. That would be great, let me know. See you then, and thanks for reading my work – your comments are special. Nancy