`In 1968 at Fairfax High, I took Driver’s Training.
So, I could maneuver our 1966 Dart.
I became a robin who at just learned to fly
I had been training since five
In the backstreet of Garden City Park.
Where my silver Schwinn bike that
My sister, Elyse, called it a Cadillac
A road less traveled
On my father’s lap
Gripping the steering wheel
Watching with eagle eyes
Letting Dad use his long legs
To control the gas and brake pedals
If I could drive away bullies
If I could stop Widow’s row
From killing all the husbands
On Marcus Avenue
Because of the cancer ridden
Garbage Dump fumes
Blowing into the men’s blood
But now I just wanted to drive my car
With my father, Mickey
One thought on “Poem of the Week-Drive My Dart”
The women didn’t get cancer from the fumes?