Perhaps it is the pie

Perhaps it is the

Splendid pie

(Buckled tightly in the back seat)

That truly warms the car.

Leaving behind it’s cherry scent

To permeate,

In the space between the seats.

Rather than the volcanic vents,

Who

Consistently wreak havoc,

On the long ago deserted dashboard.

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