my
very first, a black sedan
nondescript,
no one took a second look
The
plates said KRA, thus christened.
with
devil’s number juxtaposed
Travel,
I did in simpler times
youth
conquered all worries
Losses
weren’t of life
There
was surely hope
What
I wouldn’t give for
resurrection,
not just of KRA
of
many loved ones.
A
trip through the times
Simpler
& sweeter
Money
was short but
laughter abundant
Memories
created within
One
day left with it
in
the middle of the freeway
Stuttering
to its peaceful end.
Prompt - Wednesday Prompts Poetic Asides
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