dr_con Posted September 4, 2010 Share Posted September 4, 2010 everyone will be my love The threads of traffic on the morning news weave a landscape quilts of modernity since I don’t drive I sit transfixed bound to the unmapped spaces between what is seen what is forgotten and unfelt My Father has a new family An old road warrior driving hours to reach relatives a fishing spot or on vacation as opposed to the daily occupation of work and necessary commutes In my rebellion standing in the boat protecting my brother from predictable road hazards castrating the frustration of living with disappointment long hours in an escape car running from his parents the cold logic of capitalism and dissatisfaction I vowed never to become my Dad his favorite story told in endless loops of highways winding West becoming a forest ranger for a summer drink and guns firefighting with nights spent in a smoldering redwood all the tastes forbidden by his strict puritan mother and his Methodist father He has mellowed and moved on Found a woman opposite from my mother has a stepson who embraces corporate life justifies his lifestyle as a chemical engineer in big oil and rather than a half-wild garden he landscapes with tasteful choices Like him my rebellion becomes predictable A road sign flashing by 46 seconds And another billboard appears creating other curbed boundaries between civilization and wilderness All memories of him behind the wheel come from that time when he was my age now. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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