Latest Model Love Machine
A spirited debate, a silly argument.
by Maynard Hartman
Left alone now, out in the field.
The day, a beautiful display;
me and my love stranded in the hay.
It’s funny how the little things,
a joke, my smile those small
metallic rings…some loving words
that bought my heart to sing.
I miss them now,
I should have known I cannot do this
thing alone. I headed home,
afraid to be seen
without my latest model love machine.