the cars.
each color.
how they drove, the smell
of them.
the sounds they made
going down
a road.
i remember washing them,
waxing,
changing the oil.
putting air into the tires.
cleaning them up for a date
i had
that night.
the blare of each horn
as i pulled up
to her house.
the bang of the door
as she got in.
the vinyl back seats.
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