CAR

Cars go vroom and so does

My heart

When a mate with a great

Philosophy comes through

And goo

I am a baby again

With a tear that sustains

A wept forearm

Through the window ledge

I will be the one with

A sledge

Who comes from behind

And grins for a time

And then will be thought

To be then a Wort

Who comes from the end

And finds it again.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

 

To my Brother Craig