Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Park Here

It was the perfect
parking space,
the one you
dream of all your driving
life. Not too tight,
but not too roomy either –
no worries
about leaving just enough
in front or behind
for a sub-compact.
No parking meter
or mailbox
to block your passenger
door, curb not so
high as to scrape at its
Smooth short grass
and not a doggy
pile in sight.
No restrictions.
Shady, non-fruit-bearing tree
overhead, pavement
free of oily
It was an ideal place
to park and so
she left him there
in apparent comfort
even so much as
a backward glance.
Jeffrey Park’s poems have appeared in journals such as Eye to the Telescope, Danse Macabre, The Speculative Edge, and various anthologies. His digital chapbook, Inorganic, is available online from White Knuckle Press. A native of Baltimore, Jeffrey now lives in Munich, Germany, where he works at a private secondary school. Links to all of his published work can be found at

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