A parking stall suits the caravan gypsy car
Cluttered with meaningless papers, velvet curtains and dust.
The cops suspect debaucheries of all sorts.
These country-dwellers wouldn’t have dreams to match.
They stare out from within – reticent in their ways.
Grit casts a darkness upon the windshield.
No one cares to notice.
Have you observed her errant sideway glances?
She’s allured.
A sardonic motive they suspect.
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