Sunlite Wanter Poet Free verse

I Backed Into the Telephone Poll, Tears Roll, Tears Roll

On an eve in February,
As I placed my gears I peruse
What words I have lying around,
What comes to me so heavily
Is the memory of my old crushed car.

So why did my foot go forward not backward
And why did the flivver slap the old telephone pole,
And throw me against my face.
Just why did I do that,
Just why did Son 2 think he must put down his mighty foot?

I (almost unconsciously) lie against my back,
What is the next step, I am vilified, shattered,
Fingers pointing, she is old as I
How long, how inconvenienced will I be?
How dependent am I, am I?

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Alison Hodges February 12, 2020 at 5:52 PM You took me right back to the night I drove my car in a ditch. And the getting older part in the last few lines were a jewel...I might try writing some getting old poems..thanks for the inspiration

Silent One February 9, 2020 at 1:42 PM damn, is this a real life event? Are you ok? Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 11:15 AM Un oh, not fiction, fact. But I'm okay - the car is in the shop and I am "cloistered."