Dart



What if…
the car
the old Dart
rusted gold
still cared for 
twin tail lights
below the trunk
fitting for a boomer
who wanted a
Corolla but got a Dart 
safer said the givers of the gift 
concerned not with cool or cute
only with practical and dull still 
the Dart had adventures and travels 
up and down the state 
across the country perusing 
mountain forests and placid lakes bearing 
its faithful occupant to one spot then another 
from place to place until it moved on 
jumped into a different existence 
parked on an unknown street now 
leading a secret life in a foreign language but 
sometimes the Dart appears out of the corner of her eye its 
gold exterior dulled by the years yet 
rife with memories as she passes it by thinking 
What if…
©Karen Casady 2019

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