Keep Going, You’re on Your Way to Me

I hold a card strip of Montana torn from a map.
In a dream I’m in a state I’ve never been in, gear in park;
I’m alone again, thinking of the procession of family cars —
one named “Shasta” as in “Shasta be fixed,”
another “Sheila” as in “Sheila have to be fixed.”
I imagine that those big sedans from the 50’s drove
like boats delivering my family before me onto shore
over and over again, the big engines humming
car pulling into motel parking lot, turning off, roadtripping
paused, the TV turned on to flicker against gathering dusk.

Andrew Shattuck McBride
October 13, 2012
PaPoWriMo ~ 2012 *Day Fifteen Poem*

About Andrew Shattuck McBride

I am a writer, editor, writing coach, and consultant. I work in a variety of genres, including poetry, short stories, and creative non-fiction. I also have a couple of novels simmering on back burners. THANK YOU to Nan Macy of Village Books for taking this photo (June 2011).
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7 Responses to Keep Going, You’re on Your Way to Me

  1. sonofwalt says:

    I liked this very much. It reminds me of a few old cars, Dolly Dodge, Lizzy Lebaron, and Casper, the friendly car (he was a white little Ford I had bought on Halloween. My kids named him. I kept calling him she, as all my other cars had female names. We determined that he was actually a gay car, and everyone was cool with that.).

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