Two years from that sharp turn
in a road that was rarely straight
yet could still lull the most careful driver
into the rocks and gravel on the shoulder.
Two years from steering so close to the edge
that daylight blinked under the tires
and sand showered down the embankment
the wheel muscled into last minute response.
Two years that started with smoking brakes
on the downhill, desperate hopes for no oncoming traffic
settling at last in the valley of potholes
rough driving but at least no more panic
just a bumpy, slow ride on uneven pavement.
(c)2011 Noreen Braman
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