Sunday, July 11, 2010

Yellow Racecar

Fit to the palm of my hand,
Scarred a dingy gray around the edges.

This car has been driven
___off a table
___through a sandbox
___over bathtub slime
So many times...

He looks tired.

Like me.

Is he still eager to plunge
___off that table
One more time?

Maybe
He can drive over that edge
So I won't.

2 comments:

  1. cool poem. I especially like the way it ends, changing it from the perspective of a toy car to an influence in life. I like it.

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  2. i'm slightly annoyed. i had indents in certain areas to emphasize and it didn't. work. grrrrrr....format is important, damnit!

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