Rust-framed Reflections
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With camera in hand, burial grounds of youthful symbols will always remain nostalgic.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Rust-framed Reflections
by Odin Roark
Where junkyard dogs roam
Bumper reflections radiate among sunbaked rubble
Like comets' dying contrails
Streaking about once proud speed trophies
Now but discarded cosmic debris
Door handles hold steady their shimmer
Like undying entries for coming of age
Hood ornaments once prized
Like bygone identity-muscle
Now glare at one another
Holding fast their stare-down moment
As sunlight arcs the sky
Teasing all that still glitters
Among salvage yard chrome
Preserving diehard honor
Among yesteryear's
Rust-framed memories
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Teasing all that still glitters..diehard honor.
Memories of those bygone but treasured beauties.
Lady Mary Ann
When my younger brothers were small and I had to go to a junkyard to get parts for my car, they would run about the yard and jump in and out of cars, pretending to drive each one. Both have gone on to restore old sports cars. My greatest thrill was actually driving a 1935 Ford coupe that my brother and I rescued for $100. The key to the thrill was that it was powered by a substantial Cadillac engine rather than the anemic for Flathead it came with. That engine was also its demise when I wrote the car at 80 mph.
Ron
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