This is Not My green Subaru
It’s raining, and I left my umbrella somewhere
(where? Not sure. Not here, anyway)
But I got a close parking space, so it won’t be so bad.
I spot the car on the far right of the parking lot,
about three rows back, and run for it,
clicking the unlock button as I get closer.
The lights do not flash, and soon I realize why.
This is not my green Subaru.
Someone else got a closer parking space.
Leaving the grocery store, hands full of milk and bread and cheese.
I walk towards where I think I left the car—a bit left of the exit,
and near the back of the lot. The bags are heavy, and the one with
the milk is ripping, as usual. I passed a red Subaru, a blue one, and
now a green one, but I still have further to go. That is not my green
Subaru.
Sitting at a stoplight, I notice the cars ahead of me.
One is red, one is sea-foam green, and mine is pine green.
All Subarus, but only one is mine.
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