Parking Lots

Surely, children have opened their mouths
here to catch fireflies.
Their mothers building the great pyre
from those few lights
that had not already murdered
one another
under tongue.

Just last night,
my sister,
snaking through the great weave
of BMWs,
swore she could see Orion
in the bloody footprints
her friend had left late
that afternoon.

Added: February 17, 2012 | Last changed: May 11, 2014