She left a ticket underneath my wiper
while I was sitting with coffee
and an open notebook.
She was also writing,
citing the squandering of my gifts
and assigning a fine:
The continued dissatisfaction with my life
and everything in it.
She put a smiley face after her signature.
How was I to know what the meter maid
had secreted inside the searing yellow envelope,
"Violation" displayed boldly across the outside?
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