twenty years ago i watched in awe
as my dad drove up the driveway.
more than proud to have a brand
new family car.
thirty miles to the gallon, 0 to 60,
i remember putting down the back
seat and lying in the hatchback.
looking at the sky watching
trees go by.
i was the son of a preacher, and
he was a rich poor man.
and no regrets,
in my chevette.
the winter cracked the highway and
we tried to dodge the potholes.
he never promised us it would be a
he never had a problem though,
keeping it on the narrow road.