the trouble with my car
is that it goes too fast
for me to gaze at the moon
behind her translucent cloak
of shimmering clouds.
the trouble with my car
is that it is enclosed
so i can't feel the west wind
blowing winter into Kansas
or feel the drifting snowflakes.
the trouble with my car
is that its radio works,
making it impossible
for me to hear the coyotes
lamenting autumn's death.
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