Passing Cars

Passing Cars

A Poem by Brett Hernan




Last night's,

Frost melted

Dew lined

With that,

3.43 AM
Aerosol

Used car

Salesmen

With cans of,
'it'

In their hands

Labelled,

'New Car
Scent',
 
'In a place
That is called;
'Winter',

Next Morning's
Frost Melted

Dew Lined

By Hand

Fried Car

Discarded Midnight

Bus Ticket',
scent.

Next morning's,
frost melted

dew lined,
by hand

On the way

to the bus

stop.

In the light
Now

Just down

By the way

Past
the kindergarten.*







*German for, 'Children's Garden'.














© 2017 Brett Hernan


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Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



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Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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