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there is no yesterday, no safer times November 16, 2016

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Kids don’t recall how cars slipped gears,

the crank and grind in missing second;

Transmissions are so fluid now, easy to shift.

But life still slips gears and grinds in unexpected ways,

just at the wrong time, in the midst of the open road,

convertible top down, at seventy miles per hour.

Like running along a beach and feeling a twinge,

that right knee acting up or left calf suddenly tight.

Life is marked by hills and valleys of a marathon,

its not a NASCAR oval or a dirt track circle,

more like the endless alleys of a Syrian city;

No direction signs, no mile-markers, no rest stops.

Cell phones and SIM cards are useless.

All laptops and tablets are piled in a junk yard.

And you can’t tell me what Leonard Cohen meant,

what he means, without Google, can you?

I don’t want to go back to grinding gears.

I’d prefer to forego my Luddite musings

because there is no yesterday, no safer times.

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