grandmas automatically ride shotgun
right where I smashed
she could have stayed home
polishing all those smoke colored ashtrayswatching her old swing-set graze through the backyard
or grandpa might be smelling those M&M cookies
she is baking in the oven that's lasted years
goose feathers from my shredded jacket
and those whirling red and yellow lights here to fix me
the young lady praying over me
says I was lucky this time
and Grandpa's insurance will cover everything
suddenly the rough black earth hugs me cold
"is she hurt?"
once I was hitch-hiking through Haubstadt Indiana
and I stopped at my Grandma's for lunch
she served me about 12 main courses and
112 side dishes and my choice of wine or beer or milk
her vein-and-bone hands plopping pounds upon my plate
and then I sat in that kitchen
while her and Grandpa and Uncle Eddie
fell asleep.
cheers nca
Actually, from a poem I wrote in the 70's. I actually had hitch-hiked through Haubstadt and had lunch with my Gram. And they did fall asleep while I ate. And later, their was an accident I had on a Motorcycle where feathers flew.
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