A Prose Poem
By J. R. A. Gigney
Sitting in a small car on the top deck of a supermarket car park somewhere in Essex; somewhere in time.
Surrounded by cars.
Some parked badly; some parked well; some too big for the space they're in; some small enough that they'd fit two comfortably in the same space.
Looking across from the car the upper stories of an office block shows it's blank unopened windows; the odd piece of personalised product stuck on the window sill supposedly making it's owners space more like home.
Below the people move in and out of the buildings moving past each other in sleepy uncomprehending waves.
Cars drive by unseen; people move unseen; trollys banging and clanging; drunks lolling on wooden seats.
The world of the supermarket car park in harmonic disarray...
And still I stare out into the near distance. No thoughts. No feelings. No actions. Just silence...
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