Short Station Wagon Poems
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A lady I know,
Out in New Mexico,
Befriended a calico dragon.
She used to haul him around
Old Santa Fe town,
In her convertible Ford station wagon
Form:
Air bags not deploying is not very good,
would bring to the dealership if I could,
my imagination,
in station wagon,
job a crash test dummy with flesh and blood.
12-23-16
The station wagon hurtled
through the grey of early morning;
a sudden dash of red betrayed a robin.
A rabbit dodged the churning wheels,
a flash of grey, and it was gone.
Snapped images are processed,
embedded or discarded;
some will stick while others fade away.
Faking a heart attack
last July
was an event.
Even the feds were
marshaled for action.
Cow bells.
Whose got cowbells?
Words can’t harm you.
I’m restless.
Turn on the channel;
click on Oxford.
Turn up the volume;
Let’s play baseball.
About.
About what?
There’s a thriller.
Toot your horn.
Bring the station wagon
around front.
Business as usual.
Long, winding gravel driveway
decrepit old Mercury station wagon
parked there
doors unlocked
those big red buttons
sticking up
no seatbelts either
Tiger lilies blooming
all-at-once, on
either side
of the gravel
A few years later
a cockeyed backboard
appeared on a tree
supporting an
uneven, rickety
basketball rim
Winters we spent shoveling snow
...inspired by 'Encounter' by Czeslaw Milosz
The station wagon carried us through the misty morning.
A sudden flash betrayed the rabbit.
Its loping gait, gray to blend with the dawn,
the creature clipped the churning wheels as my companion pointed,
and was gone.
Now gone forever. A memory only, the man and the animal,
living in my dreams.
Where did they go?
Sound and sight consumed me.
Concern occupied my thoughts. We traveled on.
R olling down the freeway, for hours and hours on end
O n our much anticipated family vacation,
A ll us kids were joking, yakking, singing songs and snacking,
D azzled by scenic routes and filled with youthful elation.
T old by Dad to quiet down, we simply couldn’t do it.
R eally, what did he expect eight rowdy kids to do?
I nside that station wagon we were squeezed in like sardines.
P aradise at last arrived: to the restrooms we all flew!