When a car is good, you know it
and you don’t need to pop the hood
or kick the tires to see reality. You don’t
have to scratch and sniff it or touch and feel it
to tell yourself the desire you hold within…
All you need do is enjoy it; for as long
as it last. And when the outer beauty fades and the
upholstery ages; remember the days when the engine purred
like a kitten in your two hands and how your heart raced
when she made you the proud owner of her love …
2008 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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