A pale blue Honda Civic, circa 1985, parked along Route 14 not far from our house, has flown that nest.
The Honda had quite the winter, parked between an apartment building and the busy highway. The car was completely buried by snow at least twice. The back window was left cracked open. Someone removed the hood and then replaced it, repeatedly. One sunny afternoon, a young man washed its rear window with steaming hot water from a kitchen garbage can.
People have moved in and out of those apartments all winter, by pickup and U-Haul. Now, the Honda.
Craigslisted? Simply ready to roll?
While winter and road salt have eaten into Vermont, here’s an old Honda, hopping back on the road — or so I’m believing.
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.