15 January 2009

The Last Mile of My Car

We drove
down a
dusty
potholed track
toward the sea.
The sun was setting
and the
wind
smelt good
like the ocean.

(Actually)

We drove
down a
dark
wet road
into the town.
Red lights flickered
and the
wind
smelt bad
like petrol.

1 comment:

Della said...

RIP little car...