Linda Marie Van Tassell

Freshman - 563 Points (Lynchburg, Virginia)

Eight Cylinder Wings (Ethere) - Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

bent down,
leaned into
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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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 21, 2008

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