Cozy Coupe

I drove with my feet on the ground,

inside something red and yellow and faced like a friend,

going nowhere.

I had seen it in a colourful magazine

at the university library.

My feet left the ground.

They had their reasons.

I called them excuses.

Then came the substitute.

It came with stickers —

a large S on the door.

Sports Mind, said the one on the hood.

I drove it like I meant it.

Now my children drive

the same red car, yellow roof,

feet finding the floor.

I watch them from inside

and do not tell them

it is pretend.