i'm driving so slow looking
for space to leave my car
for duration of wishful day
i'm awed at how beautiful
cars being park, classy
not my daily car from a to b
i reach gravel spotted green
seagulls feasting on breakfast
i pass they love to experiment
on rigidity of your hardtops
as i turn i notice flock of geese
going southward; winter coming
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