Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Rearview

memory is all the home
to start from on altered routes
since in the rearview window
only half my head appears

and at every bump on the road,
down-slopes, and danger signs
this old body
riots in rebellion

a culprit is the timing
or possibly the driving
making my knees rattle
and neither can be undone

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Prompt: April 1--road trip