Seasons Car Poems

I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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Traveling birds
Shifting seasons
Are reflected on your front glass

This is a usual scene every morning
That day, too
Before bringing our children to school

That day, though
You didn't come...

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Everyone's seen the morning sun
the light slants and the blood-splattered sky
the full moon's sliced off to night's dark face
on to the TV screen, Facebook or...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Concealed in a spring 
of honey dye on alder field, 
clipped wings and feet coupled, 
a broken appendage,
never to exhibit its grace 
and charm that...

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In a spring kissed field with clipped wings, feet are tied
Never to display beauty and appeal where all men ride
 
As golden wheat field conceals...

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Endless is the Road 
I have for some time not been eating boiled cabbage and it is 
of not the slightest importance unless it has...

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A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon;
The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky
Old age, carefully steps...

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Stayed 
             in the sun 
       ...

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Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I’m really late,
Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I’m going to hate.

I grab my briefcase...

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Pothole on highway
Knocked my front end out of line
Should the city pay?

© Sam, 4/14/08
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