there is an elegance
in the sound
of a car
washing along the street

surfing a bow wave

a boat
of the bitumen

let’s sail
away

you can fix
on the star
that we’ll turn
to

I
will tiller
the steering wheel

take a chortle
of magpies

tuck the song
of my heart
into the pocket
of your shirt

on your sleeve

stop talking

I’ll
stop talking
turn the key
start the engine

back out
of the drive

up
over the swell
and driving down
car wash
street

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