at my desk
looking out the window
into the dreary mouth
of a wet and soggy storm
I wonder about the summer
I feel like I’m back in school
counting down days and
planning my yearbook odes
I think back to
the dry, endless
three months
that preceded
my first high school year
learning to drive
in a ford tempo
with a football coach
my guide
and my best friend
in the rearview mirror
not seeing that
she will become
one of the worst
operators of an automobile
I will ever know
and that I will spend
more than a few
harrowing moments
with her at the wheel
and my life in her hands
“what does that sign say??”
“is this a one-way?”
it’s funny that
my mortality
has only been
seriously tested
with her by my side
if that’s not angelic
I don’t know what is
~ June 1, 2006
1 comment:
Danica, it's funny that you said you have a lot to learn from me, because I feel the same about you and all of my other good friends. I think that's a main component in friendships and why some people get stuck in your head despite years or miles or life differences ... that feeling that they're teaching you things and you're growing because you know them and are taking the lessons as they come, either subconsciously or blatantly.
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