My father bought the '53 Chevy
maroon and new, drove my brother and me
Out of the city
to cut a chrismas tree, parked on the shoulder,
left my brother and me, sank into the snow
like quicksand (my brother,only four ,laughing)
and my father waved a hand, his mouth a tight line
and my brother jumped up and down in the back seat
while I pretend to drive away (for help)
but went nowhere and my father didn't comeback,
my brother full of fear, no longer laughing,
and the air was thick with chewy toffee,
my father gone, my brother going crazy,
So I grabbed the icescraper and jabbed holes
in the maroon velvet over me like the inside
of a coffin, no escape and my father returned,
creature from the snow lagoon, bearing a tree,
a wide grin where the line had been
and the car was a car, not a coffin,
My father was alive and my brother was laughing
and my father looked at the neat triangular flags
said nothing, drove back to the city
in a chevy once more a coffin
2006-07-15
05:16:32
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