rust was the death of us
oxygen and iron
weather and time
hundreds of holes
have been patched
and painted over
restorations aren’t made
of well-meanings
but of follow-throughs
and time-committed
we were not
the timeless classic
we set out to be
admit it
we’ve both been driving
other cars for years
our weakened frame became
overgrown by weeds
and nesting birds
while rust spread
under the belly of us
First published in Cadence Collective.
Sarah Thursday 