Hell is a garage. No parking. No exit.
Cars enter, gingerly avoiding at every curve. Sometimes not.
Dead end. Cars behind, waiting.
Balls of steel turn an SUV.
Tiny forward, tiny backward.
Ten minutes to turn. Where did the cars go?
Hella gone, none to face the wrath of the great gray beast.
Flying down, meeting NO cars.
Out into sunlight, fresh air.
Escape from hell! No Chinatown dim sum this trip.
Hours to leave, gridlock everywhere. Places unremembered.
In the distance, a stalwart monument to relief.
Encore!
Parking at will, for free, easy.
Entertainment, release the trauma of the day.
Dim Sum! The day is complete.
Hell to heaven – the state of being present for every moment.
9-14-22