a rather battered white,-----------------------------
our once-replaced CRV begs replacement again,
the chirping, I think, cannot be a good thing.
but away we go,
chirping along to pick up fresh vegetables,
babies in back,
camera in hand,
in our tired CRV, and we watch
out the window to see a good thing.
and we find it - we do, but
we're going so fast as to almost miss it, the
light on glass,
silver on green,
sky on ground-water.
but we don't quite; camera shutter is fast
and the good thing chirps home with us.
long after the car stops its chirping, I think
I hear it still in my soul, perched
to open my eyes to grace-captured good things.
my fast-paced two months gone,
life spinning on and passing my eye-lens
and now I feel older than I was, older than I have been,
and sometimes I forget the good things
but for the chirping drive-by.
Written for L.L. Barkat's Random Acts of Poetry prompt at High Calling Blogs. Leave your own poem in a comment at her blog, for a link and possible feature at HCB.
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