D Duncan // 1967 FORD THUNDERBIRD

These hard metal things

Come straight from the Engineer’s mind

I sit and listen as its gears grind

 

But from up close

It looks dirty

smells musty

the openings are crusty

 

I can boast

My moving parts are better than most

They’re warm and fast like a ghost

 

We can escape as we coast

Riding steady

Looking at the Seacoast

 

My gears sound heavy

It’s pulling, ready to shift

People stare with envy

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