Monday, July 11, 2011

Rust.

Rust
by james bezerra

When I look at my car
I realize how far
my life has strayed from my dreams.
My old aspiration now seems
like simple folly;
clearly I was naïve.
Who did I think that I could be?
That I would ever own a car that’s pretty?
The reality however
is that if I do need to leave
this place and go to another
the car I have always starts reliably.

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