Thursday, December 17, 2009

Not today

Such classic lines,
serene and pure;
they mimic how I feel
when I'm at one with You --
even the color, this pure deep green,
matches the peace
that permeates my soul.

But this is not my car;
it's someone else's to maintain and cherish.
Mine's a bitter orange,
and stained with diesel smoke;
there are puddles on the floor of the back seat
and the doors don't lock any more.
Does that mean it's at one with the universe?

I hope so -- cuz I'm sure not --
not today, anyway.

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