The ‘69 Impala I’m Selling

The '69 Impala I'm Selling

it has a big back seat. The trunk,

it’s even bigger, beyond a threshold.

It can hold most of my living room.

It’s true–I’m a homebody

There are some things I know,

some I will never know, such as a palm tree,

this is something I know exists.

On the other side of a coin.

I will never know what one feels like

what one smells like or even

if one even smells the same

as another. I’m too damn old

to climb one, not even one on the sand,

the thin scent of salt near by appeals to me.