A Car Space Poem by Matt Mooney

A flurrying of dead leaves landed
fallen from grace
and blown down the lane
cowering at the foot of the castle
shuffling uneasily
between the river and the town
sending a shiver through me
only days before the Races
for I saw an empty space today
where a certain car was parked
so near its owner's own front door
ready for the Ladies Beach
and a long swim out to sea
when dolphins there came close
and I will have a lasting memory
of a friend who never wore a cap
no matter what the season
as he crossed the square on foot
to tend his popular shop
up to his very recent sad demise.