01-27-25: Cancelled and Cold

Rain soaked asphalt

Seeps into my soles

Sending a shiver up my spine,

A frequency mirroring

The streetlight’s hum.

We stand confused

In City Hall’s barren lot,

Empty, save for Austin’s car

And my truck,

Parked outside the lines

Next to a white sedan.

A gentle lady greets us;

I neglected to catch her name.

“Cancelled,”

She said.

“No quorum.

Try Friday.”

So we return chuckling,

Crooked truck,

Confused,

Cold.

-Madeline Ricard