March Under Water

It is the first day of March, not knowing what to expect I am having a cup of coffee but underneath it all I feel something is about to happen...it is the kind of sensation that puts you on guard, something that tells you distantly things are not quite what they seem today...I ignored three knocks on my door and after whomever left, I cut through the parking lot and went out up cottage street, noticing that a strange car was parked near my place, not too near, but closer than I like...about this time the car drove off and I stopped being paranoid, (a mostly relaxed guy), when all of a sudden the car pulls up and says "hey, they found your car in the harbor last night, did you know?"...I don't even have a car, whatta mean I said to this stranger..."Your old Range Rover, the white one, is sitting at the bottom"...I know it had become a curse, but it is outta my life and I are very happy with that..."Okay, he said, I'll tell em to stop looking for you."