Old Wheels

You were only 12 years old.
1989 Cadillac DeVille
The color of the sun’s first glance
Inside and out.

The time we shared together
Going everywhere; going anywhere
The power under your wheels
Roaring like a magniloquent king.

Where have you gone
Since our departure?

What have you seen
With your ambitious eyes?

Who now handles your wheel
And enjoys your comforting throne?

Without you, I have settled.
Without your humble hospitality
Without your stubborn pedals
Without your vast storage
Of experience.

Perhaps one day, we shall meet
Again.
Perhaps to tame the wild beast
Once again.