elegant contours
graceful catlike performance
supple speed
elegant contours
graceful catlike performance
supple speed
shearing resistance
for triumph of speed over
hominid pace
old bucket of bolts slipping gears
slowing coughing and sputtering
needle gauge nervously flits
hovers over the red zone
low fuel light comes flickering
here the road reaches remoteness
the middle of nowhere
no rescue or aid in the offing
no witness to mark journey’s end
just the silence of stillness
the music of motion now memory
life as it lived in the travels
the driving between start and stop
with its coursing relationships
miles that mattered regardless the end
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“Fortunate people often have very favorable beginnings and very tragic endings. What matters isn’t being applauded when you arrive – for that is common – but being missed when you leave.” – Baltasar Gracian
sweeping sleek from her regal medallion
gently tapered along to her sexy tail
svelte animal taming testosterone highways
on fat gleaming wide whitewall tires
a hood you could dance on all night
capped her deep-notched two-layered grille
eight classy front lights sculpted into
cool elegant cowls of glistening chrome
tailfins racing with length and flown high
couching dual pairs of red bullet taillights
rear v-grille that echoed the front
topped her bumper-ports bold twin exhausts
mirror-deep black as could ever be black
encased rolled and pleated red leather
hydromantic three-ninety V-8 laid her
twenty-one feet and her near seven beam
had accelerant power to make rockets smile
she gave effortless high-speed smooth cruising
I loved best to drive with her top buttoned down
and a curvy blonde’s hair in the breeze
I always thought she would obliterate all
those new foreign imported nuisances
ugly scurrying rodents just got in my way
though it seems I was damn surely wrong about that
but, man oh man, let me just tell you my friends
what a car! what a year! what a time!
(I met my wife in just such a car as the one pictured above.)
aero-swept power
transformed middle class values
fins of steel with balls
corpuscles flying, colliding
in cyclotron circuits
their reds and whites blur
pinking, wildly frothing
with dangerous energy
deaf to electrical pleadings
from neurons the muscles
expand and contract
herky-jerky until they
stop suddenly mashed
windshield glazed
with the bark of a tree
Writer Lynne Sargent
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flights of fancy from New Zealand
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