On Sunday Drives

On Sunday Drives

A Chapter by Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor

A 50's flashback.


On Sunday Drives

It's cold in the back seat of the car
The grays, blues, and browns of a
Snowless countryside in
Winter pass by the wrap-around
Screen of the rear window glass.

There's a lot of room between
My knees and the front seat
Where you sit beside him.
Talking, chattering, saying nothing
In particular as you glance
Occasionally from his face
To the black road ahead.

I raise my hand to touch the
Velvet surface of the roof-liner
And, predictably, I am admonished
As my finger traces across
His field of vision in the rear-view

Lots of ashtrays... I wonder how many cigarettes they have to smoke to fill them all up?

© 2013 Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor

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Added on September 9, 2012
Last Updated on January 14, 2013
Tags: life, reflection, road, drive, children, perspective


Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor
Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor

Saint Louis, MO

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