The Eloquent Ordinary

The Eloquent Ordinary short poem

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My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials
knuckles thick like good tread
cover more miles than the road we’re on
driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown

I’m along to steer free of ditches
roadside stands slapped shut for winter
cornstalks breaking down in the snow
and like the phone lines routing I-29
he strings stories

stories of scattered flesh and spent mortar
touring Italy in 1945, the smell of flesh
like a 4th of July barbeque
of sweating malaria, diphtheria, morphine
how my mother loved him home again

He wanted to choreograph bridges
galvanized stages leaping the Missouri
Mississippi, the Arkansas rivers
Instead, he danced the assembly line shuffle
the rhythm of tool and die
engineered field trips to the Pepsi plant
aerodynamic ramps for our bikes
forged King Kong tall Erector set cities
Barbie doll runways, fairways
with Troll rides and a penny toss

Evening narrows the horizon
pulls dusk to our chin
the dashboard glow, dim
and I am grateful for ten more hours of road

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A beautiful love poem for a wonderful father from his daughter….related to it in so many ways!

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