No matter what the fickle weather or which week the flowers bloom
The parking demons rise again, our quarters to consume.
Tourists, sick of winter, cast aside their coats and sleds . . .
A signal for the city to give the meters back their heads.
Dearly Beloved then steps in to test that the system is in place
He parks for “just a minute” in a metered parking space.
For three years in a row he’s found it works exactly as designed,
The meter monitors leave confirming notes: Pay this $26 fine.”