Still Life with 1968 Dodge Dart and Too Many Words.

Standing silently I saw it,
crossing the parking lot at Wal Mart,
an efflorescent study in grey, russet, green, and burgundy.

A pegasian chariot fleeing pell-mell between the parked vehicles,
paying little heed to the stoic wire mesh carts,
leaving the blaze orange sentrys battered and distressed.

Raucous champion of the burgeoning economy,
its passing marked only by the scattering of blackbirds,
and the effluvial black vapor trail.