Poem 131, Sonnet 66: My Last Nissan Poem by Samer Madbak

That's my last Nissan rolling down the street
Looking as if she were brand new, this hand
That veered her supple wheels has no command
She moves, but these are not my pressing feet
There is another pilot in my seat
Another parting, as I try to stand
My tears, my vision blurs, my words disband
I wave adieu, she stirs, and I retreat
Swallow my lumpy throat and my defeat
I never thought my feelings could expand
To lifeless steel, this sorrow was unplanned,
This rueful end...Oh loneliness complete!
I turn around, around the bend she sneaks
That's my last Nissan rolling down my cheeks!


Beirut
November 14th 2004