Fatal Ferrari

"Rubi's car after the 1965
car crash that took his life.
The night before, he had
repeatedly spoken of
his fear of the future."
V.F.

There is no going back;

the woods have gone to dust,
Lover's Lane is overgrown,
the back roads are paved.

The free ride was nice.
Your head between my legs was nice.
What can I say? It was nice.

(I'm losing control.
Mile after mile.
My heart is a broken wheel.)

"The fatal crash occurred at eight.
Was it suicide?
Claude Terrail thinks it was simple fate."
V.F.