Suzy
Saul
A Poem
My car’s name is Lydia. She told me this very privately one
night in the garage. I was flattered. She has her summer tires
on now, perhaps that gave her a friendly lightsome feeling. She
is really a darling girl. I told her today "there are dozens of you
running around, but not one of them is named Lydia." She
smiled her secret smile. She knows it.
