Karman Ghia
A smile crossed my lips todaySpying a glossy canary yellow Karman Ghia
Late afternoon's gold glinting
From sculpted steel, chrome and glass
A work of art gliding elegantly past
I never heard it coming though...
That familiar tick-rattle-rumble of "the people's" auto
Spring bird songs filled my ears
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