Poem from a Non-Poet

Ode to My VW Beetle c. 2001

Twenty-thousand dollar
Flower vase.
Worth every dollar I didn’t have.

Apple-red and shiny,
I didn’t cry as often in you
As with other cars.

Floating down the freeway,
Fifty miles an hour
Speeding away from my past
You were my future.

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