Neptune’s Crown

My daughter called it Neptune’s crown.

I guess it was.

Once a shiny hubcap from a ‘76 Chevy, before it came off, and rolled into the river. Now little tiddlers swim through its stalks of aluminium, that rise up like masts on a forgotten wreck.

It’s from a Chevy, I can tell from the shape of the rusted clips. It was a beast of a car, and majestic in its time.

I had an ’81 Cavalier, a few years back, but flogged it to buy the Ford, my requirements changing after the divorce. She never liked the Chevy, said it was too big, but then again, I never liked her Mini.

I wish those bloody tiddlers would eat her goldfish.

water glistens bright,
a beautiful Saturday,
Autumn leaves in fall.