Poetry, Grades10 - 12: Third Place

Untitled - Ian Aizman

 

That truck of yours
Sinks deeper into its own corrosion 

 

Too rusty to ride
Too tired to hide.

 

It withers more every day
While zombie vines infest it

 

Too late now
For that truck of yours

 

The engine is beaten              
Out of breath – it pants

 

Slowly does it turn over
Pleading uselessly with time – which ignores it

 

The brakes have eroded, too
But don’t worry – it’s not going anywhere 

 

That sad truck of yours.

 

      


 

Ian is in 11th grade, studying at Metropolitan State University.  In previous years he has won prizes for his poetry, prose, and photography in Keren Or.  He is interested in filmmaking, photography, music, guitar, and writing.