Wheels
My brother kept in a frame on the wall pictures of every motorcycle, car, truck: in his rusted out Impala convertible wearing his cap and gown waving in his yellow Barracuda with a girl leaning into him waving on his Honda 350 waving on his Honda 750 with the boys holding a beer waving in his first rig wearing a baseball hat backwards waving in his Mercury Montego getting married waving in his black LTD trying to sell real estate waving back to driving trucks a shiny new rig waving on his Harley Sportster with his wife on the back waving his son in a car seat with his own steering wheel my brother leaning over him in an old Ford pickup and they are waving holding a wrench a rag a hose a shammy waving. My brother helmetless rides off on his Harley waving my brother's feet rarely touch the ground- waving waving face pressed to the wind no camera to save him.
—Jim Daniels
AJ, I remember this one too. There is a decent amount of overlap in Turning Back to Poetry book.
ReplyDeleteWaving is repeated 14 times. All but the last time it is the only word on that line. He is waving goodbye. Is this the brother's destiny?
It sounds reckless: helmetless, feet off the ground (literally flying), face pressed to the wind (figuratively flying). I'm not sure what the mood is because it could almost be free spirited. How upset should we be with the brother who was also a father and husband? Part of me wants to be happy he got to do what he loved.
Jimbo