Dear Shiny Buick Man

in York PA,

You’ve lived in my upstairs hall closet

over two years now, in a frame and mat.

I wanted to tell you

I took your picture

one January Sunday

just before I pulled out of the lot.

I lifted my camera off the front seat,

shot you quick, no time to focus.

Your car caught in a lovely light,

a luster pristine-

and you in your tie.

Maybe you were coming from church.

Or going.

Codorus Creek on your left,

but not the whitewater part.

The Heritage Rail Trail

(no trains that day)–

I want you to know

how I admire your fuzzy dice,

how they dangle still

frozen in that moment

from your rearview mirror.

I think you saw me.

But didn’t know what happened

so I thought I should write and tell you.

I hope you don’t mind.

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A letter poem of address

to an unsuspecting man

who was just driving along

minding his own business.

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