On the Way (to my car)
                      (perfect)
copyright m. rosenberger, j. marcus, c. burgamy

This is IT, crystal
these few steps, perfect
glow of lamplight on the windshield
beads of perspiration rolling down the side door
All pristine, suspended, as I approach
I see... the lock... down... and the keys...
in the ignition.

               Perfect.
My chrome head flies off
The panels of  a '49 woody wagon
come undone, a looping trajectory
one polished car door comes free
so I open it, slip in
"Where to?"  Nobody asked.
"Timbuktu," I didn't answer,
"and make it snappy."
....a path, a way, leading, meandering
forgetting the way to my car,
found myself unfound myself, laughing....
Perfect.
 
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