car
as it slows
to a stop
at the corner.
it's red with the white top down.
it's a piece of candy
on four wheels.
how suave and debonair
the gent behind the wheel
appears.
his dark shades on,
his love beside him with
windy hair.
is that james bond by any chance?
she sees me looking
and smiles. go ahead and
get one.
i nod approvingly.
mid life crisis? she says.
i laugh,
only if i live to be a hundred
and forty or some
odd sum.
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