POETRY PAGE
With nineteenth-century style and grace
it made its grand debut,
pulled by a proud team that escorted
even the most elite through city streets.
With grace and style still intact
it rolled right into the next century,
only to be outdone and outrun
by more sophisticated horsepower
and set aside for roped-off streets
where even the most elite looked on.
But when its time had come and gone,
it was driven out to pasture,
where it decayed as slowly and surely
as the last corpse it carried;
where it became the backdrop for
ghost stories told at twilight;
and where fearless kids and f ref ies
swarmed warily around it,
gazing through its glass walls,
wondering whether the coff n inside
was empty…or not.
Lois J. Funk
© 2011 Lois J. Funk
2011
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