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
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
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?
ReplyDeleteAs 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.)
I am the spirit of driving lessons past...
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