Her name must be Susan;
regardless, they're all Susans
and I'd like to have picked her up
but she has so many black-eyes
and I'm not sure what's up with that.
Maybe she'd rather fight than switch,
or is it just one abusive relationship after another?
Whatever, she's still beautiful in the sun,
a bit dusty in the breeze of that 18 Wheeler
who blew past her on the side of the road
leaver her shaking in his wake.
Next time, I'll stop,
and indulge in her fading beauty.