untitled
We’ve been driving for 10 hours.
My head, hung out the window
like a dog.
I ‘m trying to mark
the exact spot
I can smell the beach.
I ask if you’ve been on a plane before.
Did you see the curve of the earth?
Maybe it’s flat.
You pull off the road.
“We will either split up
or you will go to a science class.”
It hard to believe anything
when Donald Trump is the president.
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This is a glorious little poem with so many delightful images
This is fantastic in so many different ways. I connected so much with “the exact spot I can smell the beach” because when I was little, and even now, I wonder about the exact edges of rain clouds, the difference between clear skies and a rain shower. Great work.
When I was a kid it was raining in my back yard and sunny in the front and I’ve never gotten past that curiosity stage. Thanks for awesome feedback.
You pull off the road.
“We will either split up
or you will go to a science class.”
These lines made me laugh out loud! The last two lines are just sad.
Those last two lines state the condition of the world.