Poetry Friday: Buick
March 27th, 2009
With so much dark, depressing talk about the American car industry and the economy these days, here is a poem for this Friday that celebrates a sleek, shiny machine.
Buick
by Karl Shapiro
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride, you ride,
You tack on the curves with parabola speed and a kiss of goodbye,
Like a thoroughbred sloop, my new high-spirited spirit, my kiss.
Read the rest of the poem here.
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