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*
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.).
It’s funny how people name their cars.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting! Best wishes, Andy
My pleasure, Andy. Write on!
Thanks! You, too. Hey, how did your reading at the State House go? Or, has that happened yet?
Yes, it was Thursday and it went very well. Was a long full day, since we stayed in town for a bookstore reading that evening. I updated just a tad on the blog, but will add more, including video this week if I can. Thanks for asking! 🙂
That’s most excellent. Congratulations!
Thank you so much! It was fun. 🙂 Tonight I had a last minute trip to see Billy Collins. I did not know until just hours before that he was reading at a nearby university. Been a full week 🙂