A Poem Pulls Up, a poem by Clive Grewcock at Spillwords.com
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A Poem Pulls Up

A Poem Pulls Up

written by: Clive Grewcock

 

I sat at my writing desk and a poem
pulled up on the street below.
It shot into the space
like one of those Italian models,
as though the emptiness
had been waiting especially for its arrival.
When I climbed inside,
gripped the wheel and
looked around I soon realised
this was actually a lumbering classic,
ready to build speed slowly rather
than accelerating to its destination
before you manage to catch your breath.
In fact, as I sunk into the flaked leather seat
I realised I could have quite easily been sat
upon the saddle of an old dray horse or
sickly rocking on the back of a camel.

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