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Cruise Control
Dad with the blinker on

We just noticed as kids,
maybe once, now eternal,
Dad drove everywhere the same speed —
45 miles per hour.
The highway north to the camp.
Through town, 10 miles over the limit.
Mom: “Slow down John.
Do you want to get a ticket?”

He scoffed, mildly, derisively.

On the cut off road,
twists, turns, belly flops from dips —
forty-five.

It didn’t matter if gravel or blacktop,
cruisin’ speed, steady-set, boot to pedal
in that flat-green, Ford pickup,
weighing needle scoring number 45.

His ball cap tilted up and back, 
sweat on brow, breezes flew through the cabin —
blowing my blond hair south,
and east, and west, briefly north drifted.
He leaned into a hard wheel,
shouldered a skinless frame.
A few times, gave that brim a wiggle.
And there were sighs.

We asked if we could hang our arms
out the window. He’d point to an old guy
in a wagon passing,
stub of arm hung on the frame.
“That’s how he lost his.”
We didn’t believe, but didn’t question,
and so, behaved as children
‘seen, and not heard'.

He’d still stop at Tastee Freeze,
probably wanted ice cream too.
He gave me my dime, dropped
on the white, weathered counter
to order a chocolate cone.
He preferred vanilla.

To my brother, I low-whispered,
“He probably lost his arm in the war,”
and with darting tongues
gathered a brown melt,
quick slop
rolling down
the waffle.

The freckled shrimp spit through two holes
in his beat-red, wicked face —
he already knew that.



48 lines, free verse
3.25.22
4.13.22 final edit

story poem:
not for the short-attention-span-theatre-set

#breathless #poetry #story #nostalgia #family


"Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋
Quill Nominated Best Poetry Collection two consecutive years, 2020 and 2021.

"Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

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