Goddess of Wrecks and Old Green Studebakers – A Poem & A Story To Be

Goddess of Wrecks and Old Green Studebakers
I thought I heard
her calling
me at three
when everything rolled over
into the forest.
I felt her lift me up
cupped
into her bow
shaped strength.
Everything fragile
died that day,
but the radio kept playing.
It took a long time
to prune and turn
the cold and dry
to life again.

Ellespeth

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