The parking lot at midnight,
Fords and Chevys asleep under the moon.

A dog howls somewhere far away,
thinking he is protecting his home.

From an upper floor open window,
pungent smell of roasting garlic.

David Jibson lives in Ann Arbor where he is an associate editor of Third Wednesday, a literary arts journal, a member of The Crazy Wisdom Poetry Circle and The Poetry Society of Michigan. He is retired from a long career in Social Work, most recently with a Hospice agency. He sees “story” as the most important element of his poems.