A Parking Lot

by, Dan Van Note 2003 (age 11)

Shining with automobiles

Plentiful and glimmering with the sun’s warm rays

So simple and plain, holding many memories

Not making a slight movement or sound.

We think it just is.

Just another thing like grass or telephone pole.

It just is.

But what it is, is only what we see

Cars coming and going, not leaving a thank you.

But doesn’t complain

Tons of pounds upon it,

But doesn’t make a peep.

Is it really just, there?

Or is it something more?

Can it feel?

Can it see?

We will never know.

Maybe we just are.

Maybe we are just like grass or a telephone pole.

Maybe we all just, are.

A parking lot.