useless art

Let’s all look
to the right
to admire the car
out of context

this 4-wheeled
Jersey barrier
on the 95 North
on-ramp

Let’s halt this
grand train of progress
to watch the car
interact with its new

habitat, its new
station as a sedentary
object amongst
hundreds of idling horses

Let’s stop and
smell the bouquet
exhaled by generous
combustion mouths

Let us luxuriate
in the largess
of our filth
like diapered babies

because we have never
seen a 1984 Toyota
Camry with a donut
and slashed leather

interior waiting
for its owner
to drive back
and take it home

This deserted rose
deserves our attention
planted in the fertile loam
of sparkling pavement