My Car
so far
as possessions go
I’d say
my car
is close
it’s more than
transport
more than
storage
more than
four doors
and a roof
it’s personal
space
just enough
to sit
and think
or not think
or over think
I’ve window-watched
the wind
the rain
the snow
the fog
the glow
the clouds
the rays
the moon in all its phase
the night with all its stars
the not one
I’ve watched the leaves
grow back
in buds
and fall away
when fully formed
even now beneath
the bark
like daffodils
in the dark
here is where
I like to read
a book
or write
as I am
or listen to the silence
or too many songs
or my daughter talk
when she feels like
talking
our best talks
were in the car
parked
without distraction
she used to be a baby
in the back
now, she’s fixin’ to take
the wheel
my car is a time capsule
of sorts
a place to put
the tears
and laughter
and everything
in-between
a place to breathe
yeah, my car
is more than
A to B
it’s time
standing still
at rush-hour
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