Thirty Years Behind the Wheel
That fall morning after an
Ali fight on
Free TV, all was
crisp, raw, October
gold & burnt
red. Got a permission
slip to leave school early, returning only to
offer my shocked
friends a ride home. No one
there to instruct me into taking my
lefts too sharp, step
on it, or keep both hands on the
wheel. 'Looks like you finally learned how to
drive, ' sd.
the uniform, pen in hand, Secretary of
State Gartley's autograph
making it
all official, just
thirty years ago
today, i think, pacing
the curb in the
low sun & stiff
breeze, waiting
for a lift to work.
(October 16,2007)
poem by Cretan Maineiac
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