Simca, 1952

No Jay Leno I

When I was six, metal model Simca
I rolled on wood Paris apartment floors
Was all my joy, so swiftly did it skim
At my bidding across lost trees dark grain

I know that large engines make fiercer force,
That competitive speed brings heightened thrill,
That possession ornaments emptiness,
That mighty carriages counterfeit might

Yet do I feel fervor recollected 
Of my little metal model Simca
That brought me untrammeled joy, the simplest 
Of possessions, invention’s own herald

Inner energy makes subtle power,
Simca unrivaled, that joy that makes this