Softly grimed across the window
salt spray from humming tires
grit spread state-sponsored
sifted off the spoil of coal-fired
power plants and cement slabs.
Mess and hiss and grey
wiped widely away washed windshield
an opening in a shroud
perched on wheels.
Layers you want to avoid brushing
up against, but patterns that draw the eye
in a feathered, streamlined, arcing
race from hood to taillights.
Each car, until washed, wears a story
of how far, how fast, how long.
Then a fresh start, a sunny day, and don't forget
to ask for a coat of wax.
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