Driving the deuce in winter

The deuce runs beside the river from our town to Summerstown
joyous in its smooth ups and downs and swiping curves
except in winter when the river twists angry black with storms
then the deuce grumbles salt slushed caution and risky corners
drivers dream of sweet tiger lilies or cattails blowing in ditches
snowbound river ice denies, flaccid as a sheet on a hospital bed.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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1 Response to Driving the deuce in winter

  1. gudgey says:

    Don’t worry pappy! we’ll get another spring. And speaking of spring, are you ready to spring up and get to work on that bathroom?

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