Friday, October 20, 2023

The Ferrari

What does it do? What
Does it signify,
Red as wax apples,

Rumbling and gleaming
Like a predator?
It can go faster

Where roads are smoother.
It can show better
Where people can stare.

So why is it here
On this scumbled tar,
High in fall colors?

Suspect a story,
A scene in the head
Of the one inside

Who brought it up here—
The beautiful beast
Up the winding road,

An advertisement
For beauty itself,
For the gorgeousness

Of the life owning
Such scarlet leisure,
A thing of command,

An object that, owned,
Turns the whole landscape
Into display case,

The world just a frame,
Mere setting, mere
Ring for a ruby.

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