father
finally stopped driving his
twenty year old chevy impala
with ten thousand miles on it.
the tires were dry rotted
from lack of use,
the headlights fogged over.
the seats weathered
by the sun and him leaving
the windows down when
it rained.
the floor board was rusted out.
so when they towed
it away, i popped the champagne.
no more oil changes, no
more inspections, no more
fender benders on the road
to the market to buy scratch
off lottery tickets.
the cars end was my gain.
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