Linda Marie Van Tassell
Eight Cylinder Wings (Ethere) - Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
the car and kissed
my trembling lips.
'Just in case you had doubts, '
you said; and I couldn't breathe.
I watched you walk back to your car,
a gray bird with eight cylinder wings;
and I revved up my engine to follow.
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