Reunited with Stella.  My van.

My van is now fixed.
Oh, Stella! How I’ve missed you
and your squeaky breaks,

your funky old smell,
your broken windshield wiper
squirter thingy-doo,

and your radio
stations (pre-set according
to my preference).

Never again will
I take for granted your soft
and spacious seating

or your cup holders
that fit every drink I drink
like a velvet vice.

When I sit in you,
I sit on top of the world,
even in traffic.