Poem: The Zen of Scratch

By: E. Martin Pedersen

carscratch

I’ll scratch your new car door with my old car key
welcome to the hood wagon
walk by when the street is empty
——————crezeschz——————–
then don’t look back or scratch.
You possess
what I’d never want to possess,
one who’d never wreck
a new car door,
yet teach you and me both
that too.

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