Old Car

Recently, the clearest view
Has been from the driver’s side
Door window. For some reason,
Every time you turn your head,
The world looks better that way,

In fact so much more handsome,
You feel that you should feel awed
By the tiered cliffs, peaks, and clouds,

A better world to the left
You’re passing by now, gorgeous
Compared to the streaks and cracks,
The creaking windshield wipers
Occupying dead ahead.