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.
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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.
ReplyDeletei'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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