Zen & the Arts - Field Notes

When I was a child
We had a game
We played only at the parking garage
We’d wait for the valet to bring the car
Up from the pit below
My brother and I
Watched eagle eyed
As each was brought around the bend
Not it! we’d scream delighted
Not it! not it! again.


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