by Ed Higgins
Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road's edge
or yellow center line allow
my father was saying,
concentrating on my desire to learn
all the secrets of driving.
What he meant to tell me,
or so I imagine, was stay alert,
that all roads take caution, pose
on-coming lessons, deep curves
impossible to anticipate at any age.
The easy lesson wound down Woodside Road
toward home that summer I was sixteen.
The roads coming made you drive straighter,
beyond anything you could think you wanted,
away from wherever you intended to go.
Even as you sometimes thrilled
to their terrible ride.
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The piece grew out of a flash of memory at being taught to drive a mountain road by my father when I was 16 & had just recently received my Calif. driver's license.
Published last summer in Blacktop Passages:http://www.blacktoppassages.com
Excellent poem "*"
My favorite moment here:
"The roads coming made you drive straighter,
beyond anything you could think you wanted,
away from wherever you intended to go."
I connect with this piece. Good poem. *
Ends exactly right.*
Good piece.
The setup here enhances the reading, the message.
Oh ho! I know those roads. Lots of fun. *