had a 1967
Volkswagen beetle bug.
it was held together by
duct tape, and prayer.
we piled in, the four
of us,
knowing the dangers
involved.
the tightness of quarters,
the instability
of it all,
but we went
anyway.
chipping in a dollar
for gas.
off we went
all the way to the eastern
shore.
it was an adventure.
the windows
wouldn't roll down
and the floor had holes in it
where the rain
came in when it poured.
the wind blew
us all over the place
as we drifted
from lane to lane.
somehow we made it
to the beach,
but took the greyhound
bus back home.
vowing never, never
again.
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