Roy Herndon Smith
Deliberately,
the man in the grey-brown shirt
walks around the parked
black car from the street
to the sidewalk side, stretches
his left arm out in
a long curve, and with
his left hand, wipes the right side
of the roof, then folds
the arm back into
his chest. With his right hand, he
lifts the right wiper
and, with his left hand,
wipes the right windshield, walks
back around the car,
stops, casually
wipes the driver’s side windshield,
opens the door, folds
his body down, and
disappears into the car,
illegally parked
by a fire hydrant,
and angled so that its right
back bumper juts out
into the driving
lane. The car stays for a few
minutes, then drives off.
Another black car
stops, then parks in the same place
at the same angle.
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