September 23rd 2015 | abandoned


····in the old truck bed—leaves, water and
········the sky



17: September 23rd 2015


  • Out under an old apple tree, birch and hemlock, is an old blue pickup truck. The tires are cracked and flat and the hubs are rusted into the dirt. There’s almost something beautiful about it. If I were a good photographer I could capture the dignity of the old machine.

One response

  1. Sometimes, I think the poet’s the ‘old machine.’ The ancient art of poetry, the seeing with the mind’s eye needing some touch up. My mother’s ’65 Dodge Dart that would not die, the tired slant six sputtering to life in the cold mornings of her final days.


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