Regular Poem: Dream Car

25 Apr

A girl I knew
a long time ago
at least once
her dream car was
a Honda Accord.

She had reasons
and she talked
with her hands
with such passion.

I was a child then
and she was an older child
a teen maybe,
and now as an adult

I hope she has that Accord.
I bet
she does.

I didn’t appreciate it
I didn’t understand
that she meant goal
rather than fantasy
when she said

and that’s such
an admirable attainable
position to take

though rather boring
in a conversation including
monster trucks and limousines
and Corvettes,

but even amidst
the din of adolescent voices
raising up praises
to vehicles real and imagined
each more grand than the last

only the Accord remains
in my memory
and the fervor with which
she extolled and explained.
She took a hard stance
based on evidence and experience–
concrete details instead of
hope and wonder
and whatever was shiniest and most expensive
and seen on tv by
young stupid eyes.

She didn’t sell me on it,
and I’d probably still like
the monster truck
that was almost certainly my contribution,
but the memory
bobs to the surface
and I always smile

about that
practical girl
and envy her
just a little.

One Response to “Regular Poem: Dream Car”

  1. Silver Screenings 5 May 2016 at 5:01 PM #

    Good point, using the word “dream” as a goal instead of fantasy. That would have tripped me up, too.

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