Day 82 of 100 Poems/100 Days

’80 Ford Caprice

The gear pin clocks,
the hipbone falls,
into this last step,
and two pairs become one.

Your hands firm on the wheel,
on two and ten like father taught,
but the car slips slowly,
driving you through the rail guards.

Off the road, into the air,
towards the water, nose dive,
gravity plotting you down,
faster than the sound of your thoughts.

The lie I told myself,
to keep myself from panicking,
to hold on as captain,
has me kidnapped and locked up,
sitting in the backseat,
where I watch the show from:
the ocean, the stars,
and the crowd’s roar.


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