A red and white Pegasus sign
dances outward over
Two bay doors .
I cup hands to peer in a musty office.
Oil cans along a shelf
above a punch button register.
I can see the corner
of a covered car
like a jewel green Valiant
my Father and brother share
for parades and sometimes Sundays.
8 comments:
i love old garages...so many textures and smells...so much possibility...cool the artifacts you chose to show too....the parade van...interesting...
A perfect and complete snapshot-portrait of not just a car, but a place, time and mood, all in 55 perfectly chosen words.
Oh, we were on the same wavelength! This is a such great descriptive writing I feel like I'm peering through the window with you.
Wow, that takes me back. I haven't seen that kind of gas station in a long time.
Mobil Oil...:P:P
I can see your very descriptive story in my mind's eye Izzy.
I'm so lucky to have you back
Loved your Memory Lane 55
Thanks for playing, You are such a Peach!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Neat! Brings back memories of my father working on his motorcycle. Also a tear to my eyes, as he was killed by a drunk driver while riding said motorcycle. I was fifteen.
cool. my step-dad used to own a body shop and had all kinds of old cars laying about. now he has motorcycles - had to build a 3rd garage in the house just to hold them. Mom just rolls her eyes ~
Very nice imagery. There is nothing like an old car in a garage.
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