The White Car

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
This car has seen as many winters
Is it then become an edifice
Not because it can turn its face
It has not cracks or splinters
But has for as long observed the sun
For a constructed thing, as any one

It disappeared one snowy day--
Broom-wielding I emerged to ride
Not the tool, this sorcery aside
But to clear for it a way
Some disappearing spell was cast
To turn it into snow at last!

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