I hop on the plane visiting a long lost
friend. I haven’t seen her in years
and years. Its taking it cost
on me. We need to grab some beers.
I land. She greets me, embracing
me with the warmth of a lion.
It feels different. We are morphing
into two estranged people. We get in her Scion
she is still a crappy driver. She acts like we are racing.
On the wrong side of the road
she swerves and dodges cars
that are far too close. Her load
is precious. I feel like I’m on Mars.
This is bizarre. I hope the next road is closed.
Jack Charlton
Section 3
