Rust-framed Reflections

With camera in hand, burial grounds of youthful symbols will always remain nostalgic.

Rust-framed Reflections                           by Odin Roark Where junkyard dogs roam Bumper reflections radiate among sunbaked rubble Like comets' dying contrails Streaking about once proud speed trophies Now but discarded cosmic debris Door handles hold steady their shimmer Like undying entries for coming of age Hood ornaments once prized Like bygone identity-muscle Now glare at one another Holding fast their stare-down moment As sunlight arcs the sky Teasing all that still glitters Among salvage yard chrome Preserving diehard honor Among yesteryear's Rust-framed memories