Cars

The road ahead seems closer,

the rear view mirror shows

just how far we’ve come,

objects can seem further away

sooner, faster, older.

The first car is the best car,

steamed windows and cramped

love-making in the back,

until a window tap moves us on.

The next car is the sensible car,

candy treats and seat belts

and no-smoking, tight-lipped

silence, in front of the children.

The third car is the fast car,

a drop-head coupé with blonde

and alimony payments included,

wind-blowing through thin hair.

The ambulance is chasing us,

siren on, lights flashing,

a thumbs-up grin

when it pulls alongside.

The last car is no fast car,

its load is the flowers and the box

and we are judged by our motorcade

while those left behind

discuss the will over Pabst and Gatorade.

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