Nola Perez Poet Free verse

Cars

As just-hitched kids, we drove 
a Model T Ford with a crank 
for the engine, and a running 
board.  My big brother sold us 
his old carriage as a first car for 
a brand new marriage. Never mind 
it was his hunting car, repainted
and restored to all its former 
glory, a new conversion to 
a honeymoon car. In newlywed 
land without a pot to-you-
know-what-in, we had no aversion 
to second hand.  Now, fifty years 
later (and this may rub-ya) 
I've got a yen for a two-tailpipe 
Jaguar, or a BMW.  Though I am
not fickle, own neither vehicle
and true to my origins still
modest and practical, I'm not 
yet ready to go on the shelf.  
RACY is how I see myself.

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Andrea Dietrich November 27, 2011 at 3:19 PM So wow, you really are older than me. I never would have guessed it. You seem to have a "young" aura about you. But then again,I've been told I sound like a kid on the telephone! Gosh, driving a model T. Amazing! LIke you, I see myself as a sports car type. One day I hope to have that baby blue corvette!