(Poem 135 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Photographs taken by Rebekah J. Marshall 5/3/24

What in the world
kind of space-age
contraption is this?
Not found on a
movie set or at a
Comicon convention,
a float in a parade
or on display in a
futuristic museum.
No, just sitting pretty
in an HEB parking
lot like it’s waiting
for its alien pilot
to finish grocery
shopping and climb
back in before lifting
off to start the long
flight home to Venus.  

@Home Studio – 135^th poem of the year