6.12.2018

1976 El Camino


The odometer
when I left for work
on your birthday
read 44444
which gave me pause
as after all
we are a family of four
and we woke on your day
in our four-poster


Maybe this number
represents a window
into our world
or yours
or the pedestal I put you on
or the box you keep me in
or the highest-flying
diamond kite
no keys


I passed an El Camino
on the highway
and flashed on our getaway
flying in style
enameled tinge of guilt
because as you know
it’s a two-seater
there was room only for you
and me