New Car

Today I am picking up my new car

It is big and steel gray and shiny



It only costs a million dollars

Not really but it’s more expensive than my first house and

Just a bit smaller.

I am going to drive it to the thrift store

And the gym and the supermarket

Park it next to muddy old jalopies.

A peacock

Surrounded by slum pigeons.

But knowing me

Next week my new car will be


From the others

Covered in the grime of ordinary life that

One experiences on back roads.

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