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Horizon Road

I’m bequeathing the old Dodge Dart to you;
(Guess that’s not the right word
since it implies that I’m dead, and I’m not) .

The Dodge is though. Its demise
was heralded with much fanfare,
hissing steam and incense:

She overheated and gave up the ghost.
If you can get 'er running,
I can think of nobody else I’d rather
pass her on to. You and me
reconciled the problems of the world
in the front seat; I can still see you
sitting over there in the passenger’s seat
telling me what’s wrong with the world
and how we might fix it.

Don’t ask me why I ended up
here in the middle of nowhere,
broke down.
You know me.

I was out on one of my “excavations”
looking for spider lilies in the bayou,
when I spied this little tractor trail
marked “Horizon Road.”

Now you know I can’t resist poetry
and I took the bait, riding off
into that irresistible horizon.

When the car gave up the ghost
I had to spend the night pulled over
in a cotton field.
The next morning a local farmer
in a '57 pickup (Jesus, it was a beauty!)
gave me a lift back to the
nearest town.

From there I hitched west
and just kept going.
and I’m still going.
I’d tell you where I am
but it don’t matter
I won’t be here tomorrow.


I followed his instructions on the map
inserted in his letter and found the old jalopy
on the side of Horizon Road. I did not have it towed
but left it there as a monument to my friend,
who I knew I’d never see again.
I ride out there looking for indigenous flowers
every month or so.
The old Dodge is all covered up with honeysuckle vine now,
a sweet-scented sculpture pointed toward the horizon.

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Comments (2)

A wonderful vision here, Sonny. There is a feel of a Kerouc novel to it, but I think you are getting at something deeper here. It is as if the narrator does not share the same vision as his friend and is stuck in a rut. That the narrator shall never see him again infers a sort of acceptance about thing, even if, at one time, there was felt to be a need to change the world. Wonderfully laid out and a deep sense of feeling to this piece.
Sonny, Horizon Road seems like a fitting place to leave such a monument, as the endless search for broader horizons and solveing the problems of the world continues. Excellent write! ! Brian