I Passed By
Beat up old Ford,
along the freeway,
rear end jacked,
flat tire is off,
the trunk is open
and the dentritus
of a life exposed.
Clothes, empty brake
fluid cans,
children's toys,
a paper back book,
loose pages dancing
in the traffic,
flat spare tire and
tools left lying
impotent in a frozen
moment.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007
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