Thursday, April 5, 2012

Garage Sale: page 39

Ann Arbor, Michigan: The Sixth Garage

No Va

Chevy
Nova, bright red,
my thoughts...with schooled driving
coursing through my veins, I take wheels
and go

shifting
power steering,
breaking--stopping--coasting
"no parking" bending forty-five
degrees

driving
the rough terrain
dirt roads direct to hell
for my father, changing gears, his
request

pot-holes
dipping, plunging,
bucking, embarrassed car
parking, my driving lesson, sadly
ending

2 comments:

  1. Must you remind us of those 'training wheels', the cars with minds of their own, parents whose stricken faces could not disguise their realization that this had indeed been a very bad idea?

    As with the others, this poem invokes it all.

    "I can call spirits from the vasty deep."
    "Aye, but will they come?"*

    In this case, yes, no doubt about it. Hilarious.

    (*Shakespeare from memory.)

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    1. I am the spirit of driving lessons past...

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