Resten Swondo


The ’39 Mercedes Ssk - Poem by Resten Swondo

In her day, she was nothing but a nice ride,
But she had been ridden into the ground;
She coughs and splutters among cats,
Her cold dream cracks a dry walnut dash.
She still opens herself to any passing man
Offering more than her junkyard nothing.
Now, old and broken, parked in the yard,
Her rusting bodywork inspires restorers.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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