This was the birthday week, so I got to touch base with lots of people, some just on Facebook, but social media is not all bad. I get more laughs and grins on Facebook than in a typical day, even though I don't glance at it every day. That doesn't say much for my social life, but I still see a big handful of friends here.
This week I got more birthday greetings than I probably deserve, having been out of touch so long. I got a birthday greeting from Jimmy and Rita in Carmel and so I thought to send them this poem that I started probably 40+ years ago and just finished last year.
Jimmy’s car : Looking back
I borrowed a friend’s car
good friend, brave to let me go
just learning the stick
barely able to hold a hill
and this his only vehicle
old relic really but defining
the character of the man
the owner: young, beautiful
Greek head of an old coin;
ingenuous, the “real deal”,
are words that occur, but the
car, the car should be long
defunct in an auto graveyard
somewhere complete with cur
for it was red now flaking oxide worn
somewhere complete with cur
for it was red now flaking oxide worn
with time and miles
the seat now broken
noises threaten, the body
having no inside skin
starting up a silent prayer
as the dashboard panel’s out
sometimes out cruising
the window drops down scary
the bang of it.
But the car yet lives
embracing the tarmac
innards purring,
a caressed cajoled
beloved beast
but take care while glancing down
there’s a hole
beneath your clutch
not much, size of a gas cap
but a warning perhaps for
the irresistible draw
the bewitching grip
of an asphalt river
spinning
beneath your feet.
But when you finally make it
home intact
and didn’t even stall
out on Carmel hill,
you will be able to count
this as one of the singular
rides of your life,
like the roller coaster
Luna Park Milan or
the time in the future
when you will ride camelback
in India and you can salute
my good pal, Jimmy
who still lives in Carmel
with a house full of energetic,
smart grand kids
and a gorgeous German wife .
Mary M Payne
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