carguard - by charli wiggill

sun and rain
again and again
he hovers

day and night
dusk and firstlight
he hovers

every cloud offers
the silvered edge
of pennies from heaven

or a darkgloomy
frown of insult
smashed down onto the tar

after helping dispense
stuffed shopping bags
into cavernous carpeted cars

he pushes the awkward trolley
against its better judgement
battles it to allotted space

then hovers at our taillight
beckons with comicflailingarms
handstops the traffic with panache

as windowwhirrs, rushesover capinhand
excruciatinglypolitely, he catches the coin
heartfelt “Gotblesstyoo” for all of tworand

for us, the fanatics
who worship at malls
imbeciles; the credit card calls