State Parking Pass

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 someday

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

Now where is my coffee?