twenty years old.
i let it go
for a mere fraction of its
original
price.
a dollar
i tell the man.
it's yours for a dollar.
i don't tell him about the countless
hours
i rode it
through rain and ice,
snow
and wind.
my magic carpet
ride
from whatever drama
i had landed
in.
take it, it's yours now.
treat it well.
as it
took care of me.
No comments:
Post a Comment