Elegy

    I'm relaxing on a truly prodigious level right now.  I'm in this yoga asanas class, so I just finished my homework ("do your asanas"), just finished meditation, and now I'm sitting here listening to Slick Rick, or as you might know him, "that old school rapper who looked like a pirate."

For the record, yes, that is a grown man. No, he's not dressing up for Halloween.   And yes, his music is actually pretty good.  He's kind of like pouring syrup on butter.

    Anyway, my chilling-ness isn't related to anything; I was just bragging.  But since I feel so comfortable, maybe I can write a elegy of sorts for a faithful partner, can finally acknowledge that it's the "end of the road" for a part of my life that will only reside in the rearview from now on.  So, without further ado:

Doing sixty on the freeway,
You shook like rattlesnakes.
Doing forty into snowbanks
And nary did a dent you take.



My big green ugly minivan:
I called you "Hulk;" and so you were.
Among all vans you were "The Man."
I loved your smell of gasoline.


"Four balds, one rim:"
Your shoes were never flashy
But I loved you and you loved me
And roadkill found you smashing.

I'm not so good with words
But I know this to be true:
No BMdub or Hummer beats
Green popsicles like you.

Comments

[Debbie Repko]

The van has finally reached its final resting place, at that big junkyard in the sky, huh? We were wondering how long it would last. Well, your ode was enlightening to your dad and I-especialy the snowbanks!!!! Enjoyed your pics and Dad was jealous as expected!!!
Love,
Mama

[Debbie Repko]

P.S.
Dad and I both liked the picture of you(in the van we assumed) I thought the pictures were a nice added touch.