What A Sight Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What A Sight



What a sight

On highway, Four, O, One
The westward, last lane, right
Off Milton, not too far.

There is line, line of cars.

All antiques, great ones
Camaro, Trans Am, and Mustang
Drivers enjoying union, Aphrodite.

Saturday, June 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: car
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