The Red Jeep

Someone abandoned their red Jeep Cherokee
on Myrtle Beach. As Dorian’s surge drove the sea,
they chose to walk away from danger’s reach.
Isn’t it bizarre how many people anthropomorphize a car
as if left to die yet objectify people who were?
I wonder why. I may write a poem about this mystery.
First, I’ll walk Now’s thundering beach
‘Tween sandy Past when I conceived my poem
and the foamy Future when it says its done.
Poem 1. Recall the 0th Law of Poem Dynamics;
Eschew pedantic semantics.
The Red Jeep might be Poem 3, we’ll see;
maybe if the powerful waves don’t float it out to sea
as if it had a notion to sail the Atlantic Ocean.

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