My Neighbors, The Cars. #1 Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

My view my neighbors, the cars I do not have to go very far.
For they are quite visible all times of day, I can see.
All I have to do is open up my basement patio's window blinds.

I can see cars with disable placards displayed by the car's front windows.It is all because I know, part of the front parking lot
is reserved for handicapped parking. The front parking lot is
reserved for employees and residents only.

Sometimes their owners and keepers fail to turn off their
headlights immediately after parking at early hours of
summertime darkness. Their car alarms go off, or their keepers
did not fully shut the doors. I watch their owners and passengers
come and go.

My deceased mother, Eleanor May Dubarry, once told me, "Roxanne,
one of these days you are going to live right by a parking.
Just to put things to the tests, sometimes mother knows best.
I would keep singing these words, You paved paradise put in a
parking lot." I think it was by Carly Simmons?

She would turn green if she knew my apartment number was an unlucky
thirteen. My neighbors come and go, but only my friends enter in
the patio doors to say hello.It is alright by me.It really
makes my day a much better one.