Picking his way between
fallen branches
that litter the garden, he gazes
beyond bent-back agapanthus
seeing only his car, untouched
by the ferocity of the storm
lips moving in thanks;
a bizarre form of vehicle worship
common to many men.
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For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene