It’s in their faces.
Drawn to this highly polished car
this old red Chrysler
sauntering
appearing nonchalant as if
acutely aware of being watched
they take turns to peer
through polished windows
at the immaculately restored interior
nod approvingly
stand back to admire the chrome
you rarely see these days
steal a touch
when they think no one’s looking.
These men of a certain age
of about my age
from different walks of life
are sharing something.
When they leave it is slowly
as one might leave a lover
smiling or sighing
often turning back.
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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Very impressive. A much tighter version. The only car I’ve ever loved was a Chrysler 300c…….should never have sold it…..
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