A Virginal Affair - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
My car and I had the thrill
to drive through the Wawona Tree
in Yosemite Valley eons ago.
It was a virginal experience
for the both of us, especially for
my 1957 Ford Fairlane azul blue
convertible, white vinyl upholstery
and gold plated chrome trims.
My car entered her
his white walls screaming
leaving behind wisps of spinning
white smoke with me inside.
An aureoled devil.
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