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Endless Is the Road

Endless is the Road 
I have for some time not been eating boiled cabbage and it is 
of not the slightest importance unless it has been boiled with 
pork shoulder ham. I just say this because we had dinner at 
a restaurant  for once I was not driving since  we were taking 
the motorway  a toll road where all the crazy people assemble.
 Big powerful cars driven by men who have not yet mastered 
the mantra my driving instructor repeated: you drive the car it 
doesn’t drive you.
I dislike driving on modern roads, they go on forever and I get
the feeling of a prisoner, a man who looks out his barred cell
window and sees only the landscape’s seasons but cannot touch
It inhales the aroma. I shall never be free of a past imagined. 
I demanded she stop the car, I was going to walk home, a feat
I’m not capable of, I demanded a cigarette – we don’t smoke- 
she gave me 5- milligram valium, as ordered by the doctor, and after 
a break, we somehow got home.

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Kathryn Collins

Date: 6/5/2015 8:53:00 AM

Now I remember, remember why I like you poetry so much. I've been out of the poetic loop too long. I can't relate to the cabbage (only like it raw). The state road however makes me a forever prisoner too. "I shall never be free of a past imagined" is too sad and true a thought. I'll drive the back windy three lined roads if I can. love, Kathy

Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 6/7/2015 2:00:00 PM

thanks, Kath whenever I can I drive the side roads. last year was an unfortunate one for me I collapsed had cancer that had to be seen to and after that I got a pacemaker.