I heard you passed away today
red goddess – long sleek hydro-matic angel.
I heard you died of old age
after eighty four good years.
I remember you in Junior High School
your deep burgundy red body
and the dark power you concealed so well -
only a pedal push away.
I reach up into my memory
Trying to smell the smell of you again
Taste the speed and exhilaration of seventeen
The thrill of that new modern adventure
I slide into your wide front seat, turn the key,
And here the purr of America, 389 hungry horses.
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