Grass sticks its blades
through the tire’s hole
like a cat’s paw feeling
for the other side
until a wisp of wind
wiggles curiosity
out of reach.
A sapling waves
through the driver’s side
broken window
as if it pulls a float of weeds
in a Fourth of July parade.
Heat waves applaud
the procession
across the meadow
as rust scatters
like candy thrown
along the route.
As night shadows the junk
into dreams of when fenders
and hoods gleamed
in summer sunshine,
a star blinks out in the sky.