"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing



Friday, January 7, 2011

Station Wagons

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I try to remember one specifically, whether it was yellow or blue or brown,

the one was that took us to New York and then was never seen again?

Which one took us to Disney World, stopping every three hours for oil?

Which one had paneling to match our living room?

They’re all the same now. They blend and I can’t distinguish.

It doesn’t matter which had burn holes in the carpet

behind the backseat, where we would sleep,

or which rear window shattered and woke me in glass,

because no recollection could make one good car of the parts.

 
-Brent Allard

8 comments:

  1. I think just about every kid of our generation can relate to this on some level, but you snuck in something more devistating too...Wonderful work, Love.

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  2. Thanks Lisa! It's fortunate you don't see them much any more!

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  3. Even in my generation: when I was young, I used to love sitting behind the backseat w/my cousins in my uncle's station wagon. But sometimes fond memories get erased, replaced... Nice, one, Brent!

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  4. Thanks Sweepy! Yeah I hear you. Although I'm sure that spot behind the backseat would be illegal for the kids now, I'm sure many have some fond memories. I probably do too, but it's tough to see past the larger statements.

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  5. Brent! I didn't know about this other blog of yours! I feel so bad.

    I love this. It reminds me of my own childhood and it is so lyrical.

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  6. Thanks Emm! Nothing to feel bad about, I'm just glad you found it!Thanks for the kind words!

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