The Eagle Has Landed
I have a little purple car
it was my moms before she died
and sentimentally
I would like to keep it going
One morning while trying to drive the four miles
to work outside town
we had another in a long series of
winter storm scenarios
Slow careful driving
unsure if the purple Escort would make it
nearly veering off the road I could not see
feeling the vibration of the shoulder I veered upon
Then came the unplowed gravel
gunning the engine
just two or three more small snow
drifts to get through
When it was over I felt like Neil Armstrong
by himself
having made it to the wintry surface of
the Kossuth County moon
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