my car almost
didn’t start
and every joint
on both of us
protested as
I urged it out
chugging old nag
into the frozen day.
on this rigid planet
sunshine
is a perverse lie
dark as pluto
the unforgiven lump
of fractured ice
is more true
my car struggles on
cold, old, arthritic
unwilling to go
afraid to stop.
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
