Friday, December 07, 2007
7 December 2007, 2:24 PM
He had passed us on the right and we were
obliged to speed up in order to catch a clearer
glimpse of rusted panels; flattened tires;
more dents than dash, more rust than rev
pulled along behind the unimpressive truck
of a non-descript, working-class gentleman,
as outlived and disenchanted as his lading.
But enough Studebaker (and gentleman) survived
to stir a presentiment of unlived story, still salvageable
from the ruins of Once Upon a Time.
Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith.
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."