State Park

Photo by Steve Conti

Coming to a full and complete stop

I start to rummage thru my dashboard

Looking for

Something

I need to clean this car out

My hands foraging thru the flotsam and jetsam like a rodent on patrol

A faded old map folded into a post apocalyptic Origami animal of some kind

Some empty matchbooks, bits of twine, tin foil, a minor collection of sand toys

The cool sea shell (is that tar on it?)

The bumper sticker I never attached

McGovern in ’72?

I really need to clean this car out

Some crinkling sounds coming from the

Fast food wrappers

Did that just move?

Some pristine McDonald’s fries

I haven’t eaten there in ten years

How do they do that?

Eureka!

My state park pass!

Good morning Mr. Ranger Lady Sir

It’s time to check the surf

Did I even bring my wetsuit?

Now where is my coffee?