Neighborhood Sights

I never figured out the overhead
athletic shoes that hung on power wires.
Some claimed they were a sign drug buyers read,
or indicated where a gang retires.
But no one knows. And now I note instead
a newer puzzle. Lately what inspires
laughs? At least two driveways here that sport
parked vehicles impossibly athwart.

(Ottava Rima)

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