December 2, 1987

 

To Emily and to Life

 

alive!

 

somehow that word has meaning

now

after the sledge hammer bang

of on-coming traffic

 

full sized reality

does terrible things

to my little toy

 

after the close friend of

 

one hundred

fifty two thousand

two hundred

thirty nine kilometres

 

is reduced to scrap

 

God looks after us!

it’s nice to know

when we are operating right

it’s really impressive

when we are kind of stupid

 

so what

that Emily is dead

 

affection

for a ton of steel

is foolhardy

 

I still walk this world

I still praise my God

I rejoice in that

 

After Emily stopped a Chrysler, shoot!

Emily was my 1984 Chevette coupe.

Here is a picture of the wreckage.