Engine

Published in the 90's

Engine revs at the stoplight

Fearful the cold wind with suck out its power.

Wizened leaves race or run or chase

Performing gymnastic death throes

The night is wet and cold

The first storm of the season

And I drive.

To just keep moving, to meet someone, I think

To stay warm.

Engine shudders in the parking space on Broadway.

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