the blue buick on blocks
in the driveway.
tires, bald and stacked,
filled with rain
and leaves.
the raised letters
goodyear, once bright,
now faded grey,
the newness of life
so fragile,
so quickly
leaving, the body
under siege of relentless
rust.
how sweet the engine
purred,
how the radio sang.
the seats
holding you and me,
our new love bringing us
knee to knee,
hand on hand,
as we cruised.
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