Modern Cars and Antique Roads


Street is crowned,

                          to aid good drainage;

Car parked


                          hard right...


               it settles comfortably

                            on its suspension.

Last in, I reach

             from the front seat

                              to pull shut the door.

Following the leaning road,

              the door has wedged

                            against the sidewalk...

Harder I tug,

              the door

                            budges not.

Myself, regally seated

             upon the public way:

                            feet repose

                                            inside the car.

© 11-16-88 C. Elizabeth Carl

© 6-11-10 C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias


Sometime in the mid-1960's when I was in high school, the family traveled 'back east,' to Massachusetts to visit my mother's side of the family. Given that I was a teenager, subject to the terrible angst of embarrassments that today I'd find funny, it took me until over 20 years later to compose this poem about the incident.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Well I hate it when that happens! You just need better suspension! Thank you Ma'am!

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