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BLUE CAR

That blue car you drive just passed by

but without you in it, without anyone in it, actually,

which raises more questions than it answers.

Perhaps it wasn't moving at all & I was!



It was me, zipping around town in my own car.

Other things that are or could be blue:

a canoe, the sky, a comedian's act, fingernails

on a Saturday night to complement a killer dress.



Here I would like to offer a brief but incisive comment

on the transitory nature of the vehicles we attempt

to navigate through the raging woods of sadness:
for years I piloted a green car & it became a part of me



but it is long gone & I am still me but not.

These days I drive a white car, mostly, though

some days I find myself behind the wheel

of a shiny grey car &, as there is no explanation



for this, I won't even try to fake one. Now

that I think about it, I remember that you yourself

drive a fancy brown car these days, when you drive at all.

So when you didn't whiz by me in your blue car,



it wasn't even you that didn't pass me without waving

or stopping & urging me to get in, to forget about whatever

this life has turned in to & start driving the old cars

the old way forever, forever, oh my, forever.