Pictures remind us of different things. I enjoy pictures of cars. When my mom died, one of the pictures in her wallet was of me beside my brand new car, long hair whipping in the wind, a big grin on my face. There are some vehicles that scream their identity from a mile away, and automatically draw the attention of anyone within seeing distance. That is not the type of car I bought, although it is beautiful and safe (translate to BIG).
The following Haiku is about one of the cars I dream about, when I dream of cars: usually the daytime type of dreams, when anything is possible.
A beautiful car
Eyes follow your path
Original poem by the author 9/27/2010.