Buying a Car

Buying a car I have read and published some of my old poems what I write these days is more about the everyday Gone has the mermaid in the forest´s lake. Sheep endlessly grazing and calling their shepherd at the first darkening of the sky. The sheep have lived in peace so long and fear shadows dancing among olive trees. The animals graze inside a fenced-in field for security And for this, they have forsaken freedom. I´m nonchalant, my dog too takes on the mien of indifference. She has gone, but I keep her bones in a black bag when driving around. On roads covered by asphalt and decaying flowers on sidewalks. Someday I will write a book of my deleted poems that are forever circling in my mind. Perhaps I gave away my best work to the cold stars. Since you wonder about the title, yes, I bought the twenty-year-old car It purrs like Walter´s cat.