Parked


You parked the car
In places where,
Had you been a man,
I'd have been afraid

And remained all
Of a husk,
A rounded nut
In your passenger chair,
Charged of potential

And our sycamore limbs
Never reached
Entwined
Or grown
Into this splendid
Sedan shaped hedge


#NaPoWriMo 2014 poem number 5

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2014