sitting in the yard with no wheels

sitting in the yard with no wheels

 

 

the stench

like a body in a trunk

left for days

 

i drive my Cadillac dreams

with you in my back pocket

a stuck shift of opportunity

 

squandered with reckless driving

a heart too young for license

wrote poems into a cul-de-sac 

 

now an old man

taking his driving test

mandatory 

 

to see if love left him

any compliance

with the forgotten rules of the road

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/13/25

Reviews

[MCS]

Reading your words made me stop and ask why are things so difficult…

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I ask that same question, Mary. Thanks for dropping by.
j.

[PaleWriter]

Getting older and finding love is a lot harder. The speed limit for life is higher, but getting somewhere always meets with road blocks and deserted roads.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your insightful words, Bare trees,
j.