January 13, 2008
Something new.
A person,
He sits,
In an unusual spot,
The passenger seat.

This, I am not familiar with.
He says it is my turn now,
But I am unsure.

The keys turn,
The ignition flips,
The engine rumbles awake.

Slowly I back away,
The yellow striped enclosure farther every second.
Suddenly I am on the road,
And we are driving up my street.

He says I must back into our driveway.
This, I am not familiar with.
But I try.

Slowly I back into.
The white lined enclosure,
When suddenly I have reversed,
Right into the snow bank…

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