O Memorandum, thou anonymous gift,
Thy narrow saffron figure reflects into glass,
Camouflaged in radiant, fiery tones, as
Apollo’s chariot hurtles toward its terminus;
To his daily haste, thy sprightly essence
Is well acquainted, for wherever is
A lusty pace, thy sisters shortly follow.
O keeper of the law, thy statutes are
Mighty pillars, yet thy delicate
Silhouette wavers in perpetuity,
A golden visage, upon which is lettered
In riveting prose, a citizen’s duty.
May we never forget our duty to thee, O Parking Ticket.