“packed in cars”

Written for:  The Twiglets #190 - "packed in cars"

Spare tire packed
into trunk of car
was flat.

Family of four parks
in beach parking lot.
They remove chairs,
containers of food,
drinks, and toys.  
When all is unloaded,
they set everything up 
on the concrete of 
the parking lot.

she was done, packed
all her belongings in car
never coming back

A regular sat at the bar,
good thing he did not drive a car.
He fumbled for money
tumbled on to his knees
screaming 'law suit–floor's as sticky as tar.'


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to “packed in cars”

  1. Misky says:

    Fab limerick!! LOL!


  2. Jules says:

    Yep we pack cars up… I remember that well.
    Fun verses – sent you an email….
    Your posts aren’t taking my comments… yet since ‘The’ switch?


  3. Jules says:

    (Don’t know why WP didn’t take my first comment… )


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