by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking
A ’58 Edsel waits in a collapsing garage. Mottled horse collar grill and Pieced-together wooden hood Weathering as best they can. A stick props open the garage door Just enough to steal a glance At this beast of transportation. It looks back with driver’s side Bug-eye headlights. The passenger side pair gouged out or Tired of clinging To rust. A ’58 Edsel bought to replace the One that crashed on Easter 1962 On the way to church. Gravel road, dust, oncoming truck. Toddler Toddling in the back seat. Egg yolk and blood stained upholstery Worn to the knackers. Horseshoe shaped scar From the rear view mirror On the toddler’s face Now five decades old. A ’58 Edsel sighs in a collapsing garage. Five decades worth of scars From an accident it wasn’t involved in.
[All photos by Doug Schmeltzer Photography used with permission.]