If people could look under the hood of my car

they would be shocked to find what makes it go

without an engine

or oil

it’s traveled far

taken by a magical momentum

There are no mechanisms

or directions

and still it moves

to far away beaches

where the wind grass blows

its rusty

body

is even rustier

manufactured

in a different time

stripped

of all things obvious

no repairs

or replaced parts

fantasy fuels it

driving

to destinations

many

will never know.