RACE CAR DRIVER poem

Race Car Driver

Grown up hot wheels
race asphalt-spaced lines
passing slower-vehicles

115 km/h our traffic speed
not a legal 100 otherwise how
could anyone make it to
Hamilton on the 401
for spaghetti supper at 5 pm?

Cruising from Kingston
to Napanee past geese-flapping
flocks of V’s past horses

grazing on early shoots of green.
Stares from window lookers
at the Esso turnoff during our
respite easily see I am
the only praying passenger.

© 2009 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

Published March 2009
The Society, St. Peter’s College
Muenster, Saskatchewan
Volume 6 Issue 1
ISSN 1718-5688