Driving east on the 10
I have made this drive
So many times; never
For practical reasons
This was the way to
A lifelong friend, tucked
In a pocket of Victorian
Theatricality, orange
Groves and elderly relatives
All gone now, the orange groves
To strip malls, the relatives
To the next world, my
Friend to Georgia
This was the hot-blooded
Road to first love, all
Tangled in confusion, lust,
And the sweet, aching
Drama of the young
I hear she is married and
Has a young child; I'm
Married too; good luck
To us both
This was the easy drive to
Friends with benefits -
Benefits shucked shortly
After they were enjoyed
Like an empty chrysalys
Leaving a lifelong love
But not a romance
This friend, too, has
Long since moved
I am driving east on the 10
To meet a seven year old child
Who might some day
Choose to be my daughter
It is not a practical thing
But like all such journeys
It is essential
Comments
Benjamin Gorman
December 17, 2012
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I thought the old man thoughts might include,
"Hey! You kids! Get away from there!"
joshua mertz
December 19, 2012
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Good poem
I like this... poignant, well formed, very SoCal, sprouts wings at the end