The
Old Blue Pickup
He bought
a shiny new Chevy pickup,
but I
missed the rattle trap blue one.
Something
about bouncing along
with the
squeak of landing on the seat,
repeatedly,
lent a sense of adventure.
But over
years, the Chevy’s shine faded
and it
bounced, squeaked and rattled,
similar
to our relationship and bodies,
picking up a new type of adventure.
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