My Father, Driving
By CL Bledsoe
He drove so slow, Death
got out to walk.
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It saves on cleaning,
because he doesn’t raise dust.
* * *
Everybody was so friendly;
they all waved, but real
cool-like with just one finger.
* * *
Sometimes, he liked to race old
Grampa Taylor; he usually
won now that Grampa was dead.
* * *
Hard to tell if he’s going
forwards or backwards until
somebody lays on the horn.
* * *
When the horizon comes up
too fast, he gets scared he might
fall off the Earth and miss supper.
