[Terese Coe]

Boy Wails for Green Buick (71 LeSabre)

She threw a rod,
Rolled to a stop,
Lost to God
And mountaintop.

She threw a rod
And never looked back,
Her deep green bod
In the tamarack.

She threw a rod.
A small boy cried.
One crack—how odd—
And our car has died?

She threw a rod
On Route 22—
No prayer, no prod,
No hullabaloo.

O devil mechanics
With evil prices!
Why couldn't you fix
Her up with vises?

Terese

PS. Cursory verse on the Chevy:

If Impalas resemble
The photo you gave,
My son would tremble
At the site of her grave.

Not I, not I!
No beige for me.
Perhaps that's why
You ate the key.