my new car

like a new baby.
afraid that he would not get through the night.
would stop breathing once we were home.
this morning
I peeked out my window to see if
my new car was still there,
glad to see it was not stolen in the
night,
still breathing, still beautiful,
still new.
it is waiting for me to get in and drive,
but I have nowhere to go today that my
bike will not suffice.
maybe tomorrow,
certainly Thursday I will drive.
I can't wait and
until then I will
look out the window every
morning to make sure it is still there,
still beautiful and new.