His Wheels

[busker]

His Wheels


My father drives a white Tesla.
I know because I saw it
in a dream–

I had to sign for it
before he could drive away
across a frosted sea of glass.

That must be what they’re giving out
these days
instead of wings.

I like the juxtaposition of a white car with the traditional image of white winged horses
The frosted sea of glass image is lovely

It's an unobtrusive little poem that leaves an impact. Nice one.