Charolette
Charlotte was her name
I've never understood
why cars are given a gender
but it was his, my dads
an old Nash, a rambler
and he named it?
Sometimes he would ask me
to go along, burning up miles
seeing vistas, towns and such
windows down, wind blowing
on us, we were rambling
my hand out, ups and downs.
Hours spent, no destinations
or hesitations, but ever present
were the anticipations
about what was beyond the next curve.
The verve was enticing, exciting
but then came the time to return home,
Charlotte had all the exercise she needed
as a middle aged car, but I couldn't contain
when asked "Where did you two go?"
I simply said, "There and back."
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