Parking Lot Time Warp

As if it were an article of clothing
discarded during an act of passion,
a crow feather stops me on my way
to the car, arms full of packages,
and my day tilts as I enter a portal
to another time and place where
once I flung a pair of black lace
panties across the bedroom.
The whole year was like that:
charged, raucous, exhilarating,
bed the lushest of forests,
rain-made waterfalls appearing
overnight, a sloppy nest right under
the window trickling twigs.
At home I find the panties under
cotton socks and an old T-shirt.
Rows of ruffles in front, see-through net
in back. The force that catapulted them
shivers through me. I crush them
in my fist, then tuck them back
into the farthest, darkest corner
of the underwear drawer.

Erica Goss served as Poet Laureate of Los Gatos, CA from 2013-2016. She is the author of Wild Place (Finishing Line Press 2012) and Vibrant Words: Ideas and Inspirations for Poets (PushPen Press 2014). Erica teaches poetry workshops and works as a Development Director for California Poets in the Schools. Her poems, reviews and articles appear widely. Please visit her at: